four to five sips later
i'm analyzing,
let's go back 20 years and discuss
the incidents that influenced my hatred of life,
of people, of existence at all,
i'm being sarcastic but for real,
my mind does that,
to be fair, i must admit that i think myself into depression,
i make myself fear something that is truly joyous,
made to inspire me
i search for ways to destroy it
when things are just too good,
i fear that something tragic is going break that cycle,
unfortunately, that "tragic" thing is ME,
i think the worse and it happens,
i pray for good but wish to be right
by preparing for the bad,
the mind is a dangerous thing,
consciously walking dead.
August 21, 2022
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