Constantly trying to distract myself,
feelings of anxiety blooming within,
restless with no solution.
Knowing not what needs to be done, what needs to be said,
Yet knowing something is wrong,
Help yourself they say, love yourself, take care of yourself,
It’s easier said than done, those who understand will know.
Getting through this is possible, finding a solution is harder,
But survival is first priority, thus, get through we shall.
Thoughts going through, needing to be let out,
writing is an outlet, the only solace.
Those are a bunch of sentences that don’t make sense, even to me, just emotions thrown on to a page, needing to be let out. Here they are, for all to read.