I sit down on my bed
Those voices in my head
They tell me i'm stupid
I feel my brain has been polluted
With these words they say
Another day just slips away
I'm given so much
But it's never the right stuff
I feel I am greedy for wanting so much
But then again I feel I must
My brain hurts and I can't speak
And when I even make a peep
I feel i shouldn't throw my burdens onto others
They have so much to deal with already
I can't cope with this anxiety
This worry it hurts me
This is my call for help
Will someone save me?
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