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.

(freewillisntfree.com)