Overthinking

Jan 12
1 min read

Overthinking.

Too much of my time thinking.

Too much of my day is spent day drinking

in my kitchen.

Making cereal out of the blood from my veins

and tears that my eyes were not missing.

Now you caught me reminiscing.

Caught me between a rock and a hard place.

Through the storm and the hail.

You can see I’m not well.

So why are you reaching for me still?

Like I can breathe,

but can never exhale.

So tell me…

Am I overthinking?

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