Description
She gets these thoughts; dark and lonely thoughts.
She get stuck; a maze inside her mind.
It's there she silently screams; crying these dry tears.
It's no one's fault.
Though some events in her life haven't helped.
It's her depression and anxiety.
She tries to fight, but they do tend to consume her.
She's scared.
Nothing has gone right for her; three maybe four months of constant pain.
She has people in her life who care, she knows that.
But she can't help but to think "why?"
She's a fuck up; a little girl who can't get her feet back on the ground.
She knows there are people who have it worse.
She knows she should just stop talking about it all.
But something inside her won't allow it.
This may just seem like a rant; a small little poem full of sorrowful words.
But to her, this is her reality; her life as of right now.
She has tried to get better, but something always comes and knocks her down.
Nothing is the same anymore; it never will be again.
She knows that her mind is telling lies, but she can't stop listening.
She's stuck; in this messed up reality.
She's stuck in her reality.