Haven't slept in days.

Anxiety, Anxiety, Depression. You're it.

I haven't slept in days
Or is it weeks?
I've lost count
Of all the sheep
Inside my head
Following like lambs
To the slaughter.

What do I tell my daughter
When she asks
"Mom, what's the deal?
Are okay?
Are you for real?"

I can't remember
How to deal
With all my demons.

All these insecurities
These impurities
Feel like I'm living
In obscurity.

"Sometimes
You put walls up
Not to keep people out,
But to see who cares enough
To break them down."
But there's my walls
And here's a chisel
I'm so sick
Of being civil.

My mind plays tricks
When I can't sleep.
Need another pill
To keep s**t real.
Or is it just
To stay my lane?
Do the expected
Good girl thing?

F**k.

I haven't slept in days.

Author's Note

Rough. But one of those you gotta get out. Needs tweaked. Basically read at a loose 4/4 time.

The quote is Socrates.