Getting out of bed seems like a chore
these days,
My thoughts seem to be lost, as if
inside a broken maze.
These anxiety induced headaches are
becoming alarmingly frequent,
This rational mind of mine looks to
slowly circumvent.
Why am I always the one at the
bottom?
The one people can so easily leave,
rotten and forgotten?
My whole world feels like it's built on
a shallow land of worthless empathy,
A world that I am roaming around
alone, aimlessly.
I can always take a bottled smile,
But that too is beginning to feel like a
curse, a thing very vile.
I don't think I can keep up with this
for much longer,
Maybe I'll come back in my next life,
better and stronger.