Stuck Poem by Tobias Vireo

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.