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Sep 2020
my mental health has not been so good as of late
but I keep telling myself
it's alright
it's no big deal
it shall pass
and it does pass,
I tell myself that I should sleep
exhaustion weighing down on me
and yet my worry makes it impossible to sleep.
I am brooding.
Reminination is what they call it.
and so I am greeted with the fear,
the paranoia
of every could be.
My chest is aching
my heart beating too heavy
I tell myself that I am fine
it's not so bad
I wonder tho
what healthy looks like.
Written by
Nekhbet Hermit  28/F
(28/F)   
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