overthinking
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I sold my life to you
I let you be responsible for my actions
I trusted you
With my whole life
And you took advantage
You hurt me
Getting hurt by you
Was like being hit with a ton of bricks
It’s all about the presentation.
The way you present your poetry can make or break the poem.
A poem written by a below-average 4 year old can sound beautiful coming out of your mouth.
Sometimes I’m fine.
Sometimes I’m just a little tired. You know?
I know you get what I mean.
I’m really proud of the person I’m becoming.
I’m constantly advocating for my rights!
Even in situations where I should just keep quiet…
My grades are really good right now!
For the first time,
after locking up my heart
after building these walls
im ready to leave this comfort zone
this space I've created where I stopped letting others get close
im ready to leave it all behind,
Why did I say that
Why did I do that
What if I did it differently
What if it didn't happen at all
I can't stop overthinking
Every step I take
Every move I make
It's all a mistakes
Why did I say that
Why did I do that
What if I did it differently
What if it didn't happen at all
I can't stop overthinking
Every step I take
Every move I make
It's all a mistakes
Why did I say that
Why did I do that
What if I did it differently
What if it didn't happen at all
I can't stop overthinking
Every step I take
Every move I make
It's all a mistakes
Here you are again,
wandering around the block,
with that smile you use to pretend
not being caught up in your thoughts.
Here you are again,
but now, you're being brave.
Notions pervade your brain,
Words left unsaid,
Actions left undone,
Filled with regret,
You'll end up alone.
So just go to bed,
Listen to your favorite song.
Baby get some rest,
Because here comes dawn.
i’ve been trying to find love in a billion relationships
and i’ve tried everything i can to make myself feel something
and i’ve pushed my feelings so far behind walls
and i’ve pushed people away to get free
Sitting in the shower makes you think.
The methodic falling of water forces you into your own head.
You feel the droplets slowly making your legs become tingly, almost numb,
I know you don’t understand this, but my heart thinks about you literally every second when I’m not talking with you.
"Stop overthinking”You say it as if it's easy, As if I could just flip a switch and end the constant mental processes
You told me to try and write happy poems
So it would therefore be wrong of me
To not make such an attempt
I give you this
As I figure out how to write "happy":
Without you, I would be dead,
Dear Those Who Think My Life is Perfect,
I go to sleep at night with one thing on my mind,
what if I'm not good enough?
What if I wake up tomorrow,
and no one likes me anymore?
I would politely ask you to stop talking
and the red would show through
but i’d force it down
to a meek whisper
my fingers twitch
itch and fiddle
Today is the day
I have a date today
With a guy who just seems great
He is just like me in countless ways
We have the same order at Subway
I think maybe I am in love
With The Smiths.
I think maybe that’s a bit of a
Problem.
You see, I think too much.
Pull me close.
Don't talk.
Listen to it,
It beats,
Growing stronger,
My heart.
Pumping blood,
Don't let me run.
Make me fight for you.
I feel like crying.
Yet this Ittle mind of mine wont obey my commands.
"Cry already!"
"Make me feel better!"
"Think of something funny!"
Trapped in a perpetual circulation of thinking,
New things occur everyday
of those things shouldn't consume your precious time
Fantasies, dreams, and wonders are distractions
Mama went to the doctors to make sure the baby was alright
It had a hole in its heart,
They said she can eliminate her pregnancy
Told her the baby would grow up with problems
This stress triggers my anxietybecause I can’t handle you being mad at mefor any reason. It makes me nervous.I think, "Do I really deserve this?"or is my mind just ten steps ahead of reality?
The first day of middle school, dread and fear.
This is what started my eighth grade year.
I knew no one, not one single friend
Don't be a disappointment and don't be lazy.
Don't procrastinate or waste time.
We all encounter road blocks and these are some of mine.
I am a slave to nerves.
I am competitive and stubborn.
Suddenly you’re standing still
Unable to think clearly
Inside you there is pain
Craving the happiness you lack
Inching towards the ledge
Debating stepping back or forward
It takes a while. Speaking. Writing. Communicating. These are all things which people take for granted. Luck. Something which does not come easily to me. Ouch! Unfortunately, this simple word is said a lot. Almost daily. Too often. Brain. Head.
I'm like a child who cries itself to sleep,
but instead of crying, what I do is think.
I think myself insane, analyzing every bit,
until my heart rate quickens and I work up a panicking fit.
Overthinking and Headaches and Tears and Love. I look to my Lord above. Skeptism. Am I on the right path? He suffers my wrath. I long for answers. Questions the size of heaven. Undeniably willing. On my hands and knees, I pray to thee.
We go so far to find we are alone.As I wander the faculties of my mindI come to the conclusionThat time is the pinO' self-destruction When I lie at nightMy subconscious mind takes flightI journey to planes on astral connections
I'm tired of feeling like there's nothing I can do
about my life
and what i'm going through
Now i'm starting to wonder is the life i want for me
should i give up
'cause i'm not feeling very happy.
Inside my head is
A fountain pen
So I put my thoughts
On paper
A fountain pen
Of my inky thoughts,
Bottled in the well of
My mind
But sometimes the ink
I keep over thinkingAnd I give myself problemsThese problems only exist in my mindBut my mind won’t shut upSo I continue to have these problemsThat aren’t even real
overwhelming thoughts erupt in an overthinking mind
overprocessing the past that cannot be changed
overprocessing the future that has yet to happen
overstressing endlessly, day in and day out
I am the lonely and unhappy girl, who is always jotting down words. I am the girl who is wondering why she has a complicated life, the girl who is lost and wants to be found.
My days are blurring over
Everything turning into one dark grey
The thoughts I think all different shades
Cool, Dark. Subtle, Sudden. Shocking, Gawking…
The greys chase eachother through my mind
There is no limitation
To this unsettled confrontation
That we still have between us two
And through this unspoken conversation
I noticed that this form of communication
Has got me understanding more of you
It's 3am and you're feeling cold
Why not a bath?
Yes, but it won't last forever.
Well... At least it will for a moment.
