don’t have one yet
Everyone has problems, they say.Some people’s problems are greater.My problems are in my head,every living second.
Overthinking,reminiscing,every mistake through.
I wish on things to be different,but that wouldn’t be me.That would be someone I don’t want to be.
As I look around for any sign for help,all I hear are egos.
Voices in my head getting louder,shadows appearing more clear.
Getting eaten alive by ghosts,feeling spirits but not seeing.
Wanting to change,not being able to.
Crying out for help,but not being seen.
I miss the old me,the I-don’t-care me,the be-different me.
I’m alone with my thoughts,here, eating me alive.
Clinging on to my last hope,trying to break free.
I just want to be loved.I miss being a child.I’m tired of being alone.
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