This morning the cycle repeated again,
Anger took control and anxiety crept in.
Teardrops, a wet pillow and muffled screams,
An array of endless thoughts kept spiraling,
Am I really good for nothing?
Maybe, I am just overthinking.
What if this is the truth I keep running from?
What if I am meant to be alone?
The voices in the head keep getting noisier,
My limbs are wobbly, I am scared.
The voiceless screams resonate through my veins,
Gasping for breath, is this the end?
A jolt of pain is what I feel at heart,
It makes me feel alive, is that sane enough?
Here I lie staring at the empty ceiling,
Ragged breaths, I hope this is it,
I hope this is the final ending.