Incredibly Stupidly Sensitive
Plumbing the Depths
I'm so incredibly stupidly Sensitive
Anytime you see me you'll probably see me
In the depths of overthinking
Catch me if you can
While I'm feeling everything so deeply
6 feet under and back up again
Caught In a cage while in any stage
Of my mania
Be it one two or three
Just make sure you'll catch me
As I'm sure to quickly fall
Manic depressive
Its just a flood in my blood
Raging often violently
With very little warning
like any historic tsunami
And once the waters recede
You'll see me gasping for air
Until I'm back to overthinking
Once I catch my breath from pluming the depths
Of being so incredibly stupidly sensitive
About the Creator
Joshua Hess
I live a life often unbelievable. From the countless tragedies & triumphs to the chances I've taken & have been given, I'm still alive to write about them all, always sharing in the hopes of helping others and healing myself along the way.
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