My Brain Sucks

My brain sucks

It makes me Tired, Slow

Insecure, Unmotivated,

and Sad.

I want to scream when I return to dark depressed days,

But my brain brings a weight of weariness I can't escape

The harder I push, the more fatigue I feel

The more I want to sleep

Then my anxiety, who never takes a hint and joins the fray

Suddenly my weary mind overexerts over the impossible possibility

That I will fail everything there is to fail

If I don't stand up, I will fail,

If I don't go out at all, I will fail

The list grows with every step, there's no ignoring my mind when it's set in motion

Then like a relapse I return to a stoic state of apathy

Anger, Helplessness

There's no hope for me.