The worst feeling Is needing someone to talk to and Admitting to yourself That you've got a problem Thinking it'll be alright, you got this You fight a constant urge A temptation with no limit When you feel ready to break And you're not sure what route to take Thinking about who you know And won't judge you What will you do When you're alone taking the blame of the world Isolated and alone You bid your far Wells Telling everyone This is the end
So long and goodnight
*disclaimer. I do not currently feel this way. There is no need to worry for my well being. But I thank you. This is only a poem taken from my poetry book "The Dark Poetic March"