stress

And I've been overthinking every word I've ever said Tired of wasting all my days just fucking laying in bed But I don't wanna go out, no I don't want to leave the house I don't want to have to deal with thoughts of self-doubt But wait, I do that anyways, I need to start changing how I spend all of my days Staring into this screen can't be good for my health, but It's better than stressing over my lack of wealth, so Maybe it's better if I just stayed inside I don't think therapy would really help with this vibe Because I let every single person down in my life It's better to think that even if I didn't make the choices that I did I would still end up wishing that I was dead So how about you man? How do you cope You just get the f*ck over it, huh? oh Well, don't you think I fucking tried that Why the f*ck would I want to mope around and be this sad sack of Shit that I express myself as I want to be happy man, I just don't know why I can't put on a smile and fake I'm alright, or I'm fine And lately, weird thoughts have been seeping inside I don't know if anything is real or if I Have finally broken down, maybe mentally died