Pages of my soul

I have certain issues

I like to live life on the edge

The edge of a mental breakdown

before I eventually jump off the ledge

And into the deep end of overthinking

but nonetheless it's exciting

To not know is it this minute or the next hour

That I will breakdown and cry in the shower

And go down the rabbit hole of rumination

My favourite past time in dedication

To my anxiety that likes to haunt my nights

She never forgets to visit, isnt that such a delight?

I toast another dissociated week to depression, my good ole'buddy

And light a candle for my parents, the reason why I call older men Daddy

- I also have mommy issues