Tired

Fleeting thoughts on my anxiety

I'm tired
I'm tired of this feeling
Of when I'm all alone
A feeling of nothing,
It chills to the bone.
My mind starts racing
With blurs and false words
I can't get myself out of this rut it controls my world.
Happiness is a luxury
One I can't afford.
Everytime I try to obtain I become in debted to my thoughts and shallow words.
No matter what I will keep on fighting, my demons, my mind, myself
Why does it have to be so lonely
What's wrong with me
What's wrong with me.....

Reviews

[its gonna make sense]

i experience that too and im so tired with this depression. :( btw beautiful poem :)

[ExquisiteEyes]

Nicely written poem. The anxiety and fear have been depicted well.