I go to therapy,

I take three medications a day.

They’re not helping me.

My emotions come repeatedly.

Honestly, I know everyone just wants what’s best for me.

But I cannot seem to get out of my own head like I dont know I’ll be guided by destiny.

I’ve been stressing every little thing that hasn’t happened yet.

I’d make a bet,

I’d lose my mind before I ever got it set.

My mindset,

It’s so negative.

I have all these resources yet my life seems so depressive.

I’m in danger.

I feel estranged.

From everybody including my own,

This cover doesn’t have me under its wing,

It’s going to be blown.

It was,

When away, you flown

For any help, my arms are open.

If this is real, then I feel broken.

I truly just feel hopeless.

All I want is somebody to hold me,

So I hug my pillow and squeeze tightly.

I try to fight the voices in my head.

Instead, I’m thinking back on all the things I never said.

But its hard to reach out for help,

When I hate myself.

Honestly, I know my direction.

I know where I’m running,

I’m not chasing perfection.

I just want to look in the mirror and see my reflection.

I wake up in tears and fall back asleep in those puddles.

I lay where I cry,

I’ve got too much on my mind.

I think about what if I died.

The lies I hide behind,

Like saying I’m fine,

As a person, has me defined.

I lie and say that I try.

But its hard to reach out for help,

When I hate myself.