I'm driving myself crazy
by putting in so much effort for everyone else
just to never get it in return.
I listen to their problems,
and I give them advice,
but the second I open my mouth,
They don't care about a single thing I say.
I'm driving myself crazy
by thinking everyday might be my last.
Every month there's a new suicide plan,
with a new way to **** myself.
I know I'm never going to act on those plans,
but I make them just in case something's different that day,
and I choose to actually do it.
I'm driving myself crazy
by overthinking everything I do
and everything I say.
I'm worried I'm pushing people away,
and no one's going to be my friend
because I say stuff that's embarrassing
or weird.
I'm driving myself crazy
by thinking about how I may be losing my mind.
I'm off all of my antipsychotics
and only on one antidepressant.
I'm suddenly worried about the cameras that could be in my lights,
the person that may be speaking to me from my vent,
and that everything I say is being recorded on my phone.
When people tell me there's something wrong with me,
or I'm crazy,
it drives me more crazy,
because I can't stop thinking about how I'm losing it more everyday.
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 1:30 AM UTC
I'm driving myself crazy
by putting in so much effort for everyone else
just to never get it in return.
I listen to their problems,
and I give them advice,
but the second I open my mouth,
They don't care about a single thing I say.
I'm driving myself crazy
by thinking everyday might be my last.
Every month there's a new suicide plan,
with a new way to **** myself.
I know I'm never going to act on those plans,
but I make them just in case something's different that day,
and I choose to actually do it.
I'm driving myself crazy
by overthinking everything I do
and everything I say.
I'm worried I'm pushing people away,
and no one's going to be my friend
because I say stuff that's embarrassing
or weird.
I'm driving myself crazy
by thinking about how I may be losing my mind.
I'm off all of my antipsychotics
and only on one antidepressant.
I'm suddenly worried about the cameras that could be in my lights,
the person that may be speaking to me from my vent,
and that everything I say is being recorded on my phone.
When people tell me there's something wrong with me,
or I'm crazy,
it drives me more crazy,
because I can't stop thinking about how I'm losing it more everyday.