Excess

Excess is success

But it's also destruction

I'm trying to suction the

Thoughts out of my mind

 

That scream I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine

I'm not fine, and the reason why

Excess is success but it's also

Destruction, an excess of thoughts

 

An excess of thoughts, an excess

Of life, buzzing in my mind, telling me

How messed up the world is, telling me

How meaningless life is, telling me

 

How life would be better if humans

Just didn't exist, if I just didn't exist

I'd be able to finally change the world

Like I always wanted to as a little girl

 

But people would miss me

Would the effect be greater or worse?

The curse of existence, this system

Of who to choose, this system cursing

 

My mind, I'm not fine, I'm not fine.

An excess of thoughts, an excess 

Of tears, an excess of fears

I'm not fine, I'm not fine.

 

Excess is success

But it's also destruction

I'm trying to suction the

Thoughts out of my head

 

Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead

No, not dead, alive, an excess of

Energy, and energy is life, but thinking

Is so exhausting that it does make you

 

Want to sleep eternally

Or is that just me?

Destruction, destruction

Destruction. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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