Will I ever know the reason?
Why my mind has performed treason,
Why I hate myself so much,
Why I beg for a painful death and such,
Why I feel not worthy of life,
Why I slice myself with razor and knife,
Why my demons never stop,
Why my life for death I’d swap,
Why I drink until I’m deep into an abyss,
Why with even cocaine I don’t find internal bliss,
Why do I never feel good enough?
Drink and drug it until I feel rough,
Why do put myself down all the time,
Why peace, I will never find,
Why the past haunts,
Whilst my demons taunt,
Why do I hate my waking soul,
Why do I never feel complete or whole,
Why will my demons never leave me be,
The answer to all this, is because I’m me,
Me is the problem, the reason I suffer,
Me and only me and not a single other,
So if you see me with a sad lonesome looking face,
Depressed and moping about the place,
Don’t ask why I can’t ever be free,
I’m just tired of the weight of me.

Wrote on 08/04/2023