I know someone who feels like this…..
I was here in the empty house, all alone.
Keeping myself well away from my friends,
writing long texts but not pressing send.
Listening still, to the negative voice,
too weak to make yet another choice.
‘Everyone thinks you’re a tiresome bore,
Keeping in touch, such a thankless chore.
No one likes you and Nobody cares,
No one wants you anywhere.’
So I won’t go out, but I hate to stay in,
I need to be known, but I won’t let you in,
I want to be nice but it’s too hard to try,
I don’t want to live, but I don’t want to die.
Depression I hate you, anxiety too.
Endlessly stuck in the world of confused.