The beauty of the day is not lost
Even though tears are pouring out
Physical evidence of the cost
Of a mind that’s been fucked about
Craving more than withdrawal
Aching longingly for extinction
The torture of being abnormal
Leaves invisible marks of distinction
I spend more time in my head
Than I do in the land of the living
Or so it seems from what I’ve read
And the emotions it’s been giving
If I didn’t need the motivation
I wonder if I would really need
Anything other than my creation
And perhaps a little weed
But as tempting as it is
The real world feeds the words
That create my ideal bliss
So I must not only turn inwards
Just because I feel sad, doesn’t mean I have to be sad. Just because I feel love doesn’t mean I have to be attached. Just because I feel lonely doesn’t necessarily mean I am – I am enough, just me. This is something I know, but always seem to forget when I focus too much on how I feel.
Adjusting to the new normal,
Takes a little time.
Replacing what was,
With what is,
Messed around by the mind.
On clear and current fact,
Instead of past
So the self
Okay brain, let’s give it a rest.
Just focus on how we’re blessed.
Don’t worry about what might be.
Enjoy what is, set the worry free.
What happens when a muse is lost?
Because I need time to prepare!
What if the well of words dries up,
When the muse is no longer there?
Oh, the joys of being mentally ill!
Having a mind that can’t be tamed,
No matter how hard you try.
From being on top of the world,
To being able to do nothing but cry.
Anxiety, insecurity, depression,
And the rest,
Can make life a living hell,
But can also make it blessed.