I can't stop to think
If I stop my brain may shrink
Me
Ask itself what's wrong
I'll spiral down
I keep going distracting my mind
Maybe I'll forget all my pain this time
Maybe I'll move on
Into a better time
Maybe I'll live long
Or stop telling myself that lie
Maybe I’ll believe myself this time
I'll hope for a better life
But I can't
Because hope kills the dreams
I dream in my sleep
Optimism is a false positive
It brings me down
With empty promises
And I think
Maybe
Just maybe
It's all my fault in the end
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About the Creator
Catherine
I am a 20-year-old college student who deals with depression and anxiety and uses writing and poetry to understand it better. This is my raw feelings put into words, and this is me.
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