No Way Out

I'm in my head again

forever replaying

things said and done

never forgetting

seems like there's no way out

constantly fretting

anticipating rescue

for sure I'm never getting

personal torture is all I'm betting

I'm hard on myself, this I'm aware

but sometimes life is just so unfair

and like on cue, I say I love myself

at least that's what I tell myself to do

I ask myself to stop this mess

can't help but get so depressed

bad thoughts rupture the sanity

anxiety eats up my apathy

I know this lie is in my head

but it helps me not get out of bed

I believe it myself without a doubt

I mean, I keep saying it with my own mouth

Intended this poem to be lovely

But I guess that's not what I'm about

can't help all this ugly

It just feels like there's no way out