five am

God the shit I write makes me worry about myself
It honestly makes me think I might have adhd
What is wrong with me?
Or my brain to be more precise
I don't remember ever making any sense or being concise  
I always just wanted to feel alright
 
Why does this cruel existence have to be my life?
I don't want to die
but shit sometimes I do and there's not much I can do
 
For me, I've lived long enough
I just want it to stop
 
Why does my head spin? Like ALL the time
And I hear these stupid voices in my head
Telling me to cut myself
I don't want to!
I want to be pretty goddamn!