Gotta keep busy
gotta work hard
keep my mind clouded, foggy, and dizzy
no room left for thoughts to start.

Burn myself out
so I won't go crazy
with these thoughts getting loud
my mind's staying hazy.

What's wrong with me?
Where did this come from
when did it start?
How is it, that any social interaction turns akward
conversations are falling apart?
That long pause in the end
that look of irritation, every time
a stab to my heart.

Stop questioning me
stop looking at me
stop judging me

Just because the ocean is vast
and the journey might last,
doesn't mean I can't run the ship into a sand bank

A wreck buried in the ground,
nowhere to be found.

The future is a panic attack,
selfinflicted.
It's to much
I can't stop
neither stay in the same spot.