Times are changing What I used to endure now sting I'm constantly feeling excruciating pain My mental state goes to a different plane What I used to shutout comes back in And I seek out distractions again and again Will I ever get out of survival mode? Negative times don't last is what I'm told But those are words that fall on empty ears I just want to end this survival mode with a Cheers!
I feel like I'm always creating a poem about my mental state but poems are a coping mechanism for me so here's another.