searching for joy from the external,
but the sunbeams only last for so long
it’s dark and getting harder to see
who am i? what is in front of me?

i'm only friends with the spirits
that lure me in and sing their lullabies
and with the chemicals, with the pills i try
to make me feel more alive

and it’s hard, it’s bringing me down
to live with this head, to be all alone
see the ship, it just keeps sinking
and i wonder, how much i’ve been drinking

poem idea credits: @amiliou13