Will I Ever Live it Down?

Feeling like you’re teetering

On the edge of death

In a living purgatory all your own.

Afraid of everything and yourself

Stuck in perpetual drowning:

Can make you vicious.

Eager to survive,

As you die trying.

I scratched at anything solid

To pull free of mental illness.

Having succeeded,

And made amens

My demon no longer haunt me.

But the resentment of supporters

Stings at random.

Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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