Anxiety and
depression,
which both
belong to me,
force me to
always be

                                  fighting
for a desire to
live. Both can
be fixed, or
improved, but
I don’t know how

                                  to
do that without
using meds or
therapy. Maybe
I’ll end up having to

                                  live
in a psych ward.
I’d accept that, I
have even once
or twice been

                                  tempted
to check myself
into one. I don’t
know how to do
that, or what

                                  to
expect when I
do, I just know
that I’m not
ready yet to

                                  die.