Untitled p.8

My eyes hurt because I can’t sleep
but I can’t sleep because my head
hurts from serious anxiety.

I’m a poet who can’t write, an intellect
who can’t excel academically, I’m
drowning in my own failures and I’ve
never been good at asking for help.

I feel mentally claustrophobic and I
don’t know how, but right now I’d just like to relax.

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