I’m going a little crazy today.
Stirring and antsy, but stuck at work.
Wondering if purpose will ever come,
or if these moods will ever leave.
I want to cut, and scream out.
I want to cry and hide away.
I want to run from responsibility.
I want to feel something different.
Trapped by what my job provides,
grateful that I can support myself,
yet frustrated with the day to day,
boredom will be the death of me.
Trying to think about therapy,
about the techniques I’ve learned.
To combat the darkest thoughts,
that are swarming me on this day.
Poetry
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