Constant pressure on my conscience
I’m such a mess. Mentally. Physically
I can’t pretend anymore
Watch my smile diminish
A blank stare, when you look at me.
False hope, I only thought because I was bored
Ah, the wonders of an idle mind
Stuck in a black hole
How am I ever going to pull myself back up this time?
Life still has its perks, I guess
I’m going to do what I always do
And just hope that it works
For I really can’t deal with the anxiety
But what I really need,
I need my Bed, Pen, Notepad
And some Black Tea.