The days are running and so are my thoughts,

Again, I overthink and in my chest are knots.

I don't want to think about anything anymore,

Inside my head is nothing but a losing war.

I want to rid of the loathing I feel for I,

I'm not at my best, now that I won't deny.

I'm lost in my head, the worst place to be,

Yet I say nothing, so I won't disturb thee.

Emotionally unstable, still I try to stand,

Dejectedly observing the life, I never planned.

Thinking and overthinking once furthermore,

I'm so debilitated and my heart is sore.