The worst feeling
Is needing someone to talk to and
Admitting to yourself
That you've got a problem
Thinking it'll be alright, you got this
You fight a constant urge
A temptation with no limit
When you feel ready to break
And you're not sure what route to take
Thinking about who you know
And won't judge you
What will you do
When you're alone taking the blame of the world
Isolated and alone
You bid your far Wells
Telling everyone
This is the end
So long and goodnight
*disclaimer. I do not currently feel this way. There is no need to worry for my well being. But I thank you.
This is only a poem taken from my poetry book "The Dark Poetic March"