Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words can also hurt me.
Rolling, haunting, inside my mind
can someone, please, set me free
The darkness inside my messy mind
unlike my poor heart which is empty
Some days I have no emotion, no feeling
Some days my thoughts are plenty
Questions tumbling in my head, repeating,
no different to a merry-go-round
All these questions, not enough answers
and then anxiety brings me down
Spiralling, looping, out-of-control,
Why does my mind hate me so?
This cycle goes on forever and ever,
when will it stop? I don’t know
Everyday I’m aware I need help, but
as I turn to people, they turn away
What should be a bright, nonchalant life
Is more like meaningless and grey
Yes, I could get help, talk to someone
but really what good would it do?
All along, you’ve been asking what’s wrong with me,
when, in reality, I know it’s you