Yesterday I could do it. Today I can't Yesterday I was awake, alive Today my sleep comes easy, easy It's easy to lay here and drift To dream of better times
My friends, my supporters They are tired Tired of me I ask for help At every turn I'm tiresome
In the beginning I had a sense of entitlement I still do at times I deserve help I'm a good person What's happening to me is not my fault But it is my fault, in part There is always some truth I did this to me, I know I did
But that doesn't change that I need That doesn't change the pain That I don't have the means to heal
I rise up, I take my meds Like the good little adult I am I go through my list I need to call them.... Can I do it? Not today
Can I do this? Persevere? I don't know Yet.
Written by
Coco Densmore 57/Cisgender Female/Centralia, Washington