most people try to convince,
an entire universe
filled with people they've never met,
and minds they've never come across
that they're someone worth looking at.

when i've been scattering my brain
and cowering in fear of my own judgment
attempting to convince myself,
i'm someone worth saving..

all things come to end,
and it's hard to convince
myself why that shouldn't mean me,
but it can and it will.
one day, someday.

i'm hoping my mind will have enough guts
to convince my heartache that this is just a phase
and that every day may seem hard
but every day can get better.
and i try to talk myself out
of what seems to weigh me down
in the first place
but all these misplaced repressive thoughts
and pent up aggression
has me wondering if it's too late,
to save me.

i've worked hard to keep everything inside
and now it wants out
and i'm not sure how to confine
my mind into a barrier
it doesn't want to be restricted to.

I am my own affliction,
my own restrictions,
i am my own painful crazy addiction,
I want to save myself,
but ******, I won't listen.