First off this is not necessarily a poem. I wrote out exactly what I felt in that moment and this is only a piece of it because I wrote a lot. I already feel like I\'m pushing boundaries posting something that isn\'t actually poetry and it\'s kinda raw. I just want to put this out there, anyway if you\'re still interested here you go.
Why am I so upset these days
I\'m violent I\'m unsure
I keep questioning myself because this isn\'t right
Not what a good person is supposed to think
Right?
Maybe being a good person is about not acting on it
We\'re all human after all, with negative feelings
I\'m just distressed and anxious and I feel trapped
I just want freedom without these thoughts
So basically death. But not really
I honestly don\'t care
I have no motivation to live
But not enough motivation to die either
So I\'m stuck in between
And it fucking sucks this is shit
My existence is shit
I\'m shit
Fucking hell
What\'s wrong with me
Because as far as I know
I\'m not depressed \'enough\'
Or anxious \'enough\'
I don\'t have a real, serious problem
But that\'s not what it fucking feels like
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck t
Fuck th
Fuck thi
Fuck this
Fuck this shit
Damn you
Damn me
Damn it
Sigh