The Minded of an Over Thinker
Think.
Stop.
Think.
Stop.
Think.
Stop.
I can't.
I can't stop.
I never have been able to control this feeling.
This part of me that feels like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over my mind.
Taking my positivity and devouring it, never to be found except in the darkest place that exist in my mind.
Swimming through murky thoughts that feels like seaweed in a deep lake of negativity that is pulling me down.
The swaying plants are wrapping around my arms and legs drowning me in emotions that I don't even understand.
My brain can't comprehend why my heart is speeding up and why I can't breathe.
My head is spinning with all these doubts and fears that don't make sense.
They rattle me to my core and make me scared of the worst things I can imagine.
Broken promises.
People leaving.
Being alone.
Knowing that I was never really good enough...
The logical side of me knows it's not true.
I try and shake it off.
I take a depth breath, put a smile on my face, and act like I'm on top of the world.
I look at the pill in my hand and pray that today is that day I am cured.
But i know the truth..
That day will never come.
So I think...
And I fight.
-K.B.A 11/18/2021

















