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Think
I often get over whelmed
I think too much, about all of the possibilities
All of the what ifs
I often get trapped inside
Of my own mind
Searching for a way out
So there I lay, in my bed. Nestled with blankets
And pillows, trying not to think
But thinking about not thinking
Is still thinking
In the end, when I begin catch my breath
And my cheeks become a little less puffy
I still think
Constantly creating new scenarios in my head
Which will never happen in reality
So there I lay, thinking about thinking
Trapped, Inside of my head while I lay there
Lifeless
in my unmade bed
For this piece of work my goal is to recognize those who are struggling with any mental illness, making them unmotivated, depressed, and overall not themselves. I feel many others will be able to relate to this poem. I am surrounded by many people who them themselves are struggling with depression and even suicidal thoughts. I would like to dedicate this work to them. To allow them to know that they are not alone.