Stuck in a cycle
A never ending cycle of survival
Stuck in denial
A never ending cycle of denial
Running out of titles
Dismissing hard the suicidal thoughts
Dismissing hard the chaotic knots
It’s been such a hassle to connect the dots
The path to freedom seems so close yet so far
My mind is fucking with me raw
I looked into my future in my dreams and this is far from what I saw
Three deep breaths and I unclench my jaw
A few breaths to relax…
Patching up all the cracks…
So focused on what was behind, too busy looking over my back
I slacked… I slacked to move forward
I was my own torture, I was enslaved by my own orders
Slaughtered by my own disorders
I couldn’t be happy because I wasn’t allowing myself to move forward
Poetry & Self-Awareness 
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