My soul knows it\'s true
Not wanting to die
Before I\'m ment to
Yet my brain trys to override
Telling me all kinds of lies
It will better in the next life
A single belief that I\'m not
Ever able to be enough
Self medication is a must
Once the need to let go of pain
Could be slowing the flourishing
When it\'s never the tool needing blame
Just an addiction to short cutting the game
Thoughts are now rapidly in flight
Scared that I\'ll continue to write....