All this dread is setting in,
Anxiety rattling,
Attention gathering.
All it is-is catastrophic,
Running the mile,
Exhaustion,
Fighting pain.
My fault to blame?
Who knows,
Full shame,
I think I’m going insane.
My head Is spinning bout,
Brain so foggy,
Im feeling really groggy.
attention full steam,
All this stuff settling,
Appearing in a whole new setting.
Fear.
Confusion.
I’m losing,
The battle.
Attention?
Please.
I’m fighting,
I don’t need a medal.
Just listen,
To me,
I beg,
PLEASE.
I’m on my knees,
I’m fighting the stinging,
Of wasps and bees.
Plunging my stomach,
Sinking into my brain.
I think I need help.
All this dread,
All this shame,
Putting on the blame,
So many mistakes.
All uprising,
Head to the clouds.
I’m falling down,
No parachute,
And I smack the ground.
Pain radiating,
Like noise in a crowd.
Am I losing my mind,
I need to take my time.
Finding who I am,
Finding ways to take control,
Thoughts.
Clouds.
Pain.
Shame.
Dread.
Hate.
Love.
faith.
Am I enough?
Am I worthy?
Can I be someone great?
Did I make too many mistakes?
I’m HURTING.
my brain,
Is fumbling,
I’m losing a battle.
But I keep on fighting.
I got plans,
And I’m making changes,
I’m making demands.
“Its all attention seeking”
“Your asking for it”
“You act like your the only one in this world”
“How can you be someone great, if you can’t even take care of yourself”
This is what people have said to me.
It’s all setting in.
And I’m NOT going,
To stop fighting.