Good mental health? I hold it hostage.
Guardians of my mindset attempt reconcile –
But remain limp in bondage.
I know I’ve got this.
Breathing in deep oxygen I haven’t earned –
With nothing in return? I don’t deserve it.
It’ll be worth it.
Just a few more months running on hope
A vision of the future a utopia wrote –
I want it.
No other option but to keep on slugging.
Running on 1%, struggling,
Too anxious to stop my mind from whirring,
It’s hurting, I’m burning -
I’m running away from the dream as if hot coals scold my feet,
Looking back at what I have achieved that I can no longer reach.
No more adrenaline to fuel the engine that dilutes me
It’s time to recharge…
It’s time to sleep.