monday morning

i don’t really know what to say about this one

some days are easier than others

this isn’t one of those days

but who am i to give up on this life

would i win if i just ran away?

fear wakes me every morning if it doesn’t keep me up

i try to explain this feeling but it’s never enough

i’m tired of looking crazy i’m tired of feeling it too

i hate that my mania made you think i was into you

all of my depression is here to tell the truth

anxiety is writing this down because i could never tell you

i just want quiet thoughts i crave peace of mind

it’s so hard to live when i worry all the time

worry is so healthy until you mix it with self doubt

lately that combination has had me strung out

i can’t even put my pen to paper without being down

moral of the story is i’m suffering

i’m sure you thought the mood would turn around

i would tell you to stay up but how when i all do is drown

so i guess if you really needed a take away

do your best not to off yourself today