A thousand and one things hanging,
Dark shackles to my weakened mind.
This cruel cocoon strangles endlessly,
No strength even for tears left.
If every month or so I will inevitably revert and feels so completely useless that I don’t know what to do with myself when there’s so much I should be doing… then I’m dangerously close to another break down. Why does this repeat so much in my life… had I not made any progress for all these years… why don’t I even have the courage to cling to those who are the floats that keep me from drowning myself?
I need help… and I don’t know how to get it. I don’t know what I want again. And I just went through this a month ago… I’m so tired.