Stuck in this loop.
My mental state is deteriorating.
I can only seem to get worse.
I'm restless
I slip into this state.
A state of sorrow and pain.
Pain that is only in my head.
It feels as if I'm almost dead.
I'm stuck once again,
left alone a forgotten
alone but not.
Never being missed,
Never seeming to exist anymore.
I'm left alone with my thoughts.
As my thoughts get darker and more self conscious, I start believing them more, I'm hopeless.
I'm no more than I am, Never more than I was.
I'm trust-less, a liar, a gaslighter.
I gaslight myself,
I lie to myself.
I'm a loser,
I'm a wimp,
I'm unattractive on a high level.
More than ever I can feel these insecurities haunt me,
I can barely talk to people because of it.
I worry that they judge me,
The laughing when people look at me,
The past haunting me,
It all comes back over and over,
as the world turns, I'm stuck.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem