I’ve always suffered from something
Always something twisting and turning
Knocking me down over and over
Blocking me from going forward
Today might be anxiety day
Tomorrow is depression I’d say
Next week is feelings of inadequacy
The week afterwards is people’s opinion of me
This month will be my low self-esteem
Next month will be isolating from my support team
I already know how it’s going to go
The river’s already flowing, no need to row
I don’t understand the point of working on myself anymore
As if there’s an intrinsic deficiency at my very core
I’ve surrendered to the difficulties that I’m facing
As uncomfortable as I always am, always masking and erasing
No needs to know
I don’t even know
I’d love a surprise here and there
But there are certain places where
I don’t ever want to go back
Running around homeless with a sack
Til my mental illness do me apart
Oh do I pray to get back my heart
