Obsessive Can't Disorder (OCD)

I'm trying to pray,

But my mind just wants to race.

The blanket over me feels dark-

I don't know which thoughts to chase.

I'm lying on the floor,

defeated before I even start my day.

Everything feels fruitless.

Am I even saved?

I don't know who to marry.

I don't know which chore to do first.

There are so many options,

I feel that I could burst.

Every path has a contradiction,

Each as valid as the next.

The only path that's broken

Is staying in my bed.

But each step gets more overwhelming-

Each choice feels like life or death.

There is no point in running,

When the enemy is in my head.

Anonymous - 2025