I can't think,

I can't feel.

My mind is overloading,

How is this real?

Anxiety and depression,

Every day and night.

I don't want to down more medicine,

Just to be alright.

I want the crying to end,

The panic attacks to stop.

I want to be able to sleep,

Not lie awake and rot.

 

Only being seventeen,

It seems like a dream.

It's not at all good,

A nightmare it seems.

I know others have it worse,

Getting raped or beat,

But your worse enemy is yourself,

So go ahead and try on my feet.

It's like I'm walking in circles,

And losing myself every step of the way.

I know who I was a couple years ago,

Not who I am today.