Unfortunate souls will relate,  
The voices in my head, steady,
whispering,
“Nothing will change.”  
I don’t want to hear it,
No, not again,
Dround it out now,
It's too **** loud,  
Rearrange the facts again,
Makes me look crazy,
All eyes on me suddenly,
Judging me daily.

Clawing at the walls,
as if I can escape,
The lies first,
Then the head games,
The discard and the rest,
Maybe I’m honestly
doing my best,  
Maybe I misunderstood,
You couldn't give
A **** less.


Here i am,
Wasted, and,
Overloaded by stress,  
I am unworthy of you,
Unless I'm at my best.

Another stick in the mud, I find,
Another line read,  just in time
Don’t bother, with your ghosting
Im fine, you're better a loss
A finished line.