On the brink of mental collapse And I wish that I would Or that I could just relapse Back to a mask and a hood A smoke filled mind Apathy as perfection Leaving the rest behind Cleaned out like an infection Washed away with relief My wounds are stinging As I sill hold some belief That somewhere bells are ringing Though I have forgotten why I continue to ponder Or even continue to try As back into darkness I wander To search for happiness unknown Or contentedness I've never been shown
Just a short poem that kind of portrays my mind as a struggle through sobriety and depression.