Over the edge
I quiver to look
there’s no bottom  
only a hook
dead bait
hanging
excuse the smell
this is but a tasteless mess
but what the hell!
No filter to muffle
the parasitical ink
grimmest in the minds nose
metaphorical stinks
But here I'll add
I wish you the best
After all this isn't a poem
it's only a mess

Remember, the days you pour out your heart
Remember, when they shut your mouth
They say you're overthinking
Yes, we all know
All I know now is to write poems
Tired of making them to listen
Tired of dragging them as only I can see
The mess I created, I just want to express
So my thoughts I hide, in words I write
I know I'm not alone
I'm just an ordinary human
There are days it hits
And we will all heal
Overthinking?
Oh sweet darling
Tell me about it

My mind is racing in circles again.
It will go on and on and on.
Every minute.
Ever hour.
Every single ******* day.
It feels like pain is the only way to break the circle.
Cause for a moment I will feel something.
For a moment I will feel whole…fine.
But only for a moment. Then all I feel is shame.
All I feel is the overwhelming fear of people finding out.
But I'm so tired of hiding all the time.
Tired of hiding the truth.
Tired of pretending to be fine.
Someone is controlling my brain.
Someone is placing these horrifying thoughts and images in my mind.
What's wrong with me.
What am I doing?
It feels like I'm trapped.
Trapped in this mess.
My mess.
I made it.
I gave it fuel.
But it's so exhausting waking up to the same numbness… the same pain every day.
My hero where are you? I think I need saving.