swirling
spinning
thoughts
will i ever escape my own head?

dear quinn,
i know that everything
is spiraling
out of control.
i know that you
aren't okay.

but i also know
that you will
get up after you
fall.
and i know
that your now
is not your forever.

with love,
quinn

dear quinn,

it
is
okay
to
ask
for
help

love,
quinn

I am burnout
Have nothing to talk about
Each minute my mind racing with doubt
But nothing seems to come out of my mouth

Today, I don’t have anything
Not a single idea I could bring
My heart is so numb there’s not even a sting
Maybe it’s better off to be just stopping

I know I don’t have enough talent
But this is the only way I can vent
To help my soul slowly mend,
Writing became my only friend

I wish I had more words to say
But my head is still swimming in gray
I need my mind to fly away
Because maybe then, my body will decide to stay

it is nothing but a feeling I tell myself.
but I cannot continue repeating.
I still feel dry even if I cry.
and yet I still want to die.
I cannot live with these feelings.
so many different meanings dancing in one head.
but I can only say one thing to keep my self from breaking.
that I will see you the next day I will hear you saying that I'm still okay.