His Extreme Emotions Read Count : 56
Category : Poems
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Sometimes, I cannot escape from the venomous depths that is my head.
At this point, I have had extreme thoughts that have led to the caring staff member of my school to recommend a therapist and even worry about my mental being.
I have worried my mother, and I feel sorry for doing so. Yet, I cannot help if I feel the ocean of depression and continous paranoia that gnaws at me.
I have worried my brother, whom is far away to truly help me, yet he checks in on me often.
I think of my home, and I think of how I feel unhappy being here.
I think of my life, and I think of how it is not fun, a loop, it is what many would call boring and they would question how I live like this because what I tell them is lies to make myself feel better and not have the heart to tell them my true life.
And when I do think of my life, it is unhappy thoughts that shower me.
I work alongside my stepfather at his job, and perhaps it my laziness, but I loathe it.
Arise at 6:30 AM and travel to clean and clean, awaiting my birthday so I may move out.
I truly despise such a job, and when I think of it, it adds to the mental pain.
This be my thoughts, the nearly entire reason for my hiatys.
And I am at war to ensure that I am okay.