My brain is a mess

They say write down how you feel and what you don’t say,

But there’s so much shit running through my mind everyday.

How can I write down all these thoughts when my brain is like the weather, always changing.

Good things can happen but then my brain starts rearranging,

My mind so cluttered it would cause panic to someone with OCD.

Anything I do anymore causes anxiety, shaking , breaking inside can’t breathe,

I should know better by now than to wear my heart on my sleeve.

Who am I kidding my mind isn’t the only thing that’s a mess, my mind isn’t the only reason I’m fucking stressed,

I know having love, support and positive people in my life should make me feel blessed.

“Think happy thoughts and don’t forget to smile” they tell me,

But I don’t know how depressed isn’t something I fucking choose to be!

I tell others that there’s lots of reasons to live, it makes no sense.

I guess That makes me a hypocrite.

I just wish I could take my own advice, to others I say be nice,

And then my own skin I slice.