Pride for you and shame upon myself
I hide from view and try to calm my mind
Symptoms of tormenting mental health
Force me to relive my other lives,
What could have been, and what is not to be
Failures of love, and friendships lost surround
My brain and pull the strings of ‘me’
Emotionally drained into the ground,
Can one pick one’s ‘self’ up while they’re falling?
If thrown a rope they must have light to see
And strength to climb back up towards the dawning
Of a new enlightened energy,
As long as my blood flows then there is hope,
That I can really live, not merely cope.