Unfortunate souls will relate,
The voices in my head, steady,
whispering,
“Nothing will change.”
I don’t want to hear it,
No, not again,
Dround it out now,
It's too **** loud,
Rearrange the facts again,
Makes me look crazy,
All eyes on me suddenly,
Judging me daily.
Clawing at the walls,
as if I can escape,
The lies first,
Then the head games,
The discard and the rest,
Maybe I’m honestly
doing my best,
Maybe I misunderstood,
You couldn't give
A **** less.
Here i am,
Wasted, and,
Overloaded by stress,
I am unworthy of you,
Unless I'm at my best.
Another stick in the mud, I find,
Another line read, just in time
Don’t bother, with your ghosting
Im fine, you're better a loss
A finished line.