too tired to do anything,
but too much of a perfectionist to do nothing.
that's depression, i guess, but at the same time,
i wish i at least could express myself.
plagued by thoughts i can't control,
self-doubting myself every second, wish someone,
anyone payed attention to my writing,
hoping to some day gain the confidence to
be myself? love myself, and be loved.
looking for a word that describes what i'm feeling,
struggling to communicate my thoughts,
trying to write it all down, succeeding -
but never being listened to.
YOU ARE READING
marble and quicksand - a poem collection.
Randomoriginal poetry by me. . . . . TW: depression, sa, suicide, food, dysphoria, selfharm
