Matchstick.

It's like i'm a matchstick.

Bright and strong at the height of it's life.
Rapidly falling without concern for the fingers holding me.
Burning down as far as i can, without crumbling.
As soon as i get too close to the bottom, that's when you will give up on me.

I'm a matchstick to the people that choose to be close to me.

Stop.

my mind is exhausted
exhausted of the constant flow of thoughts
exhausted of worrying about anything
exhausted of being the only one in my head
exhausted of being in the drivers seat

please enter my head
my head where it needs motivation
my head where nothing stays
my head where nothing leaves
my head where i feel crazy
my head where i feel unloved
my head where i feel unwanted

be on your way
your way out
your way in
your way that i think is better than mine

why can't i be normal?
why can't i teach myself?
why can't i stop questioning everything?

just stop.