Overwhelmed

Don't tell me

"It'll be alright,"

cause i'm already

too inside my head.

As minutes pass,

I feel more useless

than when I 

woke up.

The only place

I want to be

is in my bed,

embraced by

warm blankets.

My head sinking

deep into my pillow.

Don't tell me

"It'll be alright,"

cause I'm already

too inside my head.

When thoughts consume you,

they can make

you wish

you were dead.