I don't feel complete.

I worry constantly.

If I didn't do it today,

Then tomorrow's the due date.

These muses of mine have become toxic.

They're infecting my mind.

All the comprises don't end.

I'll do this,

I'll do that,

But it just passes.

It's a cancerous cycle.

I feel like I don't put in the effort!

I don't think clearly.

I don't know.

I wish to burn it.

I want to punish myself.

Ruin a part of my body.

But I don't know alternatives.

And I'm afraid.

I'm a coward to do so.

Self-harming isn't what I do.

Instead,

I yell at myself.

Giving myself toxic pep talks.

With the music on full blast,

There is ringing left in my ears.

I look at others' successes,

And I feel my confidence rotting.

It's not right.

It's not right.

It's not right.

I don't seem to have other muses.

Other alternatives.

'Cause I know I'll suck.

Right now,

These are vents.

Something to pour my feelings onto.

I'm so damn lost.

Oh,

I wish this is over.

I want my happiness back.

I want to be pure again!