Gimme The Answers Poem by Riya Gangwar

I want to write, but the words don't flow.
I'm trying to calm down, trying to take it slow.
These expectations are set so high, I fear this poem will fall below,
and with all the time I put into this, i'll have nothing to show.
My mind is constantly racing.
Always avoiding the problems i'd rather be facing,
and blowing off the dreams I should be chasing.
All the ideas in my head are interlacing
It's hard to find the bottom, tracing back memories i've spent years erasing.
My mind is filley, yet an empty space.
It's easy to get lost in such a place.
If you choose to enter, take back up, just in case,
because a mind like mine doesn't offer a warm embrace.
I want you to know what i'm thinking.
But I can't say it, my words are slurred form all the drinking.
My hearts like the titanic, sinking.
I'm making poor decisions without even blinking.
I'll write to get my mind back in check,
looking back on the memories, my life's a wreck,
but this is it, so what the heck.