I need help.
I can’t see a way through.
Feeling the same old feelings,
that I always do…
Trying to create,
but keep falling on my face.
Jealousy and feeling empty,
distracting me from what I could be.
The past, it catches up with me:
a life of broken misery;
trying my best to transmute it,
but am I accidentally living it?
(And how do I know the difference?)
‘Cuz the feelings, they don’t go away,
although I tap and tap away;
I write and talk and smoke the reefer
that offers insight & brief relief, yeah.
But then, when I’m alone with Self,
it’s clear it SUCKS, my mental health.
Like a broken record, fear and shame,
it’s keeping me and my life the same..
clairebeldarkistry 