I’m out here feeling like nothing’s my own,
no place to go no place to call home.
Sitting here tongue tied minding my own,
if there's a solution, I haven’t been shown.
I got to get out, out of my head,
sitting here stressed, alarm bells are red.
What do I do? What is next?
'Should I even be here?' are the thoughts going through my head.
Selfless self loathing who would’ve known,
hating myself is all that I know.
Where are my friends? They’ve left me alone.
Giving my love to be left out cold.
Refusing to be productive just to be destructive.
Why am I doing this to myself?
Fleeting moments of my youth, I should be improved,
what is it with my mental health?
First try at poetry