Oh, here i sit, I'm melancholy of my thoughts. Questioning myself– "What thoughts i have brought?"
Just why do I feel like this? Is it just that I'm sad or because of my hate? Can I just shut off my brain? There is just too much of weight.
Oh, my chest hurts, Can I just let it all go? I guess I can't. My brain would just shout–"NO!"
My anxiety is killing me Sometimes, it's hard to even breath for me. I really hate myself because of my anxiety And that is the real me that you don't see.
I wrote this one when I was 14 while I was having a hard time.