All I'm doing is sitting here
trying to get over and face my fear
Over and over the cycling twists
Till you give up and slit your wrists

No one could ever understand me
How's it's impossible to be free
The world is so terrifying
In my head I'm already dying

Just get through one more day
Before anxiety makes me decay
I'm a broken, beaten soul
And it's official, depressions taken its tole

See, this poem will just be lost to another
Long list of much better, much stronger,
Much more powerful poems than mine.
I'll just be another face in the crowd,
Another account in this ****** site,
Another anon in the broken world of the internet.
Maybe if I stack up enough masks,
You'd finally see me because my masks are stacked up
So **** high that they stand out from the crowd.
But I think we both know,

That's very unlikely.

Incomplete thoughts.
Incomplete songs.
Incomplete lies.
Incomplete fights.
Incomplete love.
Incomplete souls.
Incomplete me.
Incomplete whole.

Till our worlds collide.
I'm incompletely yours.

I need a new body
And I need a new soul
My current one has made many mistakes, reeks,
And is getting old.

I want to keep my mind though
Keep the memories of my old self
Remember my experiences
And remember the books on the shelf.

I want a new body and a new soul
I want to relive my life again as another person
Not Geovanni again but as a another person
One who would know Geovanni
And one who could improve
One who won't make the same mistakes twice
And one who can't be tormented

One who would be heard
And one who won't disappoint
Myself or my family.

I need a new body
And a new soul