Don't Ask Me, I Will Obviously Lie! | Vernique Mapaling

So ya'll don't stress about tomorrow
more pain, more sorrow
I'm weak, I'm pressured and I...
I...
I can't even elaborate what I want to say
I'm scared to live another day
I fear "what's" coming up
or actually "what's" not coming up
I'm crying
and my other emotions are dying
I should have known
that me as a failure would be shown
I said I am happy by mistake
Everything you see was fake
Your vision is clear
your passion has no fear
but I for one can't deal no more
I feel miserable and everything is sore
Sleepless nights and captivating frights
some anxiety every midnight
I think about "what's" next
EVERY horrible text
EVERY bad day to come
acting to care for some
but no I think it's time
I give up, Is eternal rest a crime?

Poet's note: This poem I wrote when I felt depressed ,anxious, lonely and that nothing was going right in my life.So I left all my feelings on a blank page.I just let the pen do its work and my emotions to flow without thinking but only knowing what I wanted to pen down.I gave my emotions their own voice.