Galactic Mind Series

I pack my bags, pushing down the emotional goodbyes.

I just can’t do this anymore, I’m so tired of the lies,

The poker faces, and the constant, tiring pretending,

All I know is that my mind, it needs a lot of mending.

But even as I get away, my mind is still screaming.

All I know is that my mind, it needs a lot of seaming.

I’m falling down a black hole that seems to have no end,

And as I’m falling, they throw things and I break and I bend.

The stress, the anxiety, and the depression are surreal,

But I can’t help but feel all of the feelings that I feel.

I feel them all at once, every one rushing through my head.

Coursing through my body, maybe I would be better of dead.

I could never bring myself to do it, for that is absurd,

But sometimes it's true, I wish I could be reborn as a bird.

I could fly from my problems and sing everyday,

Of things that didn’t hurt me, all the pain would go away.

I want nothing, but to fly and be happy and free.

Maybe if I could go back in time, I wouldn’t have to be me.

This life is so much pressure, I’m ripping out my hair.

I’m breaking my own bones, this life is so unfair.

I know I have a purpose and I know it’s for a reason.

But I just can’t help myself from wanting to end this season.

This paragraph, this chapter, this section of the book.

This book called my life, turn the page, I can’t look.

Someone please save me from this seemingly infinite mess.

I promise you, I'm trying, it truly is my very best,

But my best isn’t good enough ‘cause I can’t seem to find,

The way to survive this ride, I’m falling so behind.

I don’t know what to do, so many choices, I can’t pick.

Can’t you tell this roller coaster ride makes me sick?

I feel like I’m dying and slowly numbing up.

Half empty or half full? I don’t even have a cup.