Alone, abandoned, overlooked. 

I wake up to a never ending nightmare that I call life.

Insecurities and anxieties blare in as the alarm goes off.

Snooze. Snooze. It's all a ruse, I try to hit snooze in hopes to avoid the nightmare but in this terrible wake there is no snooze so I think, "What is there to lose?"

There's the mistake, don't think, do.

Overthinking leads to overanalyzing and overanalyzing is simply agony.

As words are torn into bits and pieces I learn in life there is no recess.

But how can I resist as negativities tempt me, as inseutirites seduce my mentality, my livelihood, me, I, there's nothing left to do but to cry because this life has gone awry.





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