The ones who trip,

On the path they choose,

Are the ones who are blind,

To those walking beside them.


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Can’t write,

Don’t know why,

Often scary,

When I try.

I feel like I should write a drunken poem,

I think it would be great,

But it’s probably ******* awfull,

It’s also way too late,

To be doing anythig creative,

Especially when I’m this ******,

And I can’t be bothered with rhyming,

Goodnight everyone

Is self loathing natural?
If it is then it shouldn’t be,
If it’s not self loathing keeping me in bed,
Then it’s social anxiety.

Now that we’re listing issues,
(and incase you couldn’t tell)
I’m a raging hypochondriac,
And that worries me as well,

While were on the subject,
There’s some things I’d like to address,
I think I might have depression,
Although im not always that depressed.

I lie in bed most mornings,
Trying to greet the day,
But end up rolling over,
And sleeping the morning away.

I’m hardly ever productive,
But on the occasions that I am,
I do feel proud of myself,
And believe that I can,

I can get out of bed,
I can make some food,
I can do some work,
I can go to the shop,
I can clean the house,

If only I could get out of bed.


And if I ever actually make something,
Because sometimes I do,
I’m instantly plagued with self-doubt,
And crawl back in my cocoon.