my anxious thoughts, the ones I'm afraid of
they run through my head, never making any sense
they call me these names and tell me I'm worthless
and I have to believe them because why would I ever lie to myself
I sometimes wonder what it would be like if I had control over my thoughts
but I don't, I can't control my thoughts
they take over my life, they make me afraid to make mistakes
the only reason I'm still here is the one little voice in the back of my head
the one who still believes in me
YOU ARE READING
a broken soul, in a hungry body
Poetryeverything written is my personal thoughts and feelings from my experiences, it is all my original work. ⚠️tw⚠️ contains sensitive topics; including but not limited to self-harm, suicide, eating disorders, depression, and sleep paralysis
