Mary does not think I am a mess

This can be a song, or a poem. I hope you enjoy.

I'm a mess
I'm stressed and depressed
I'm a mess

My eyes hurt from crying
My lungs hurt from breathing heavy
Instead of wishing I was dying
I should be out playing with my daughter named Mary

I'm a mess
depressed
stressed
It's hard to even want to get all dressed up

I'm a mess, my eyes aren't bright blue anymore
They are red filled with dark veins popping out

My tears fall, they linger at night
Biting my hand so Mary does not hear me crying
During the day I fight with myself to act "normal"
I'm emotionally unstable
I'm in pain with my unstable thought racing through my messed up mind

I'm a mess
I'm stressed and depressed
I'm a mess

What do I do with my messy life?
Stop. Stop over-thinking.
Mary loves me, why can't I love myself?
My 5 year old knows how to love me, why can't I love me at age 25?
Stop. Stop. Just stop being a mess.
Okay? Alright?
No more headaches? No more heartaches? No more painful delusions?
Okay. I'll be okay because Mary loves me.

Author's Note

The woman is fighting with herself.

Reviews

[Jeff]

the voices in your head are sometimes hardest to beat.

[Myenigma]

wow great poem, I think children perceive things very differently, and its good to fight to have a smile for someone that cares about them.

[Lily Mae]

The voices that fight within us while we smile and move through the day.. You have written a piece so well that is relateable for many.. Just keep loving all of the voices and it will be just fine.. xoxo

[M.E.Lyle]

What a mental beating this character gives herself. Her saving grace... she knows somebody loves her, even if she doesn't care for herself too much. I like this.