Surviving Myself

I spend my days
Contained in ways
That I can't commit
But I can submit

I regret, and I'm sad
And undeniably mad
Trapped in my mind
The prison where I'm confined

I hate and debate
And self decimate
The thoughts and my actions
But my mind can't get traction

I drag through the days
In an unyielding haze
Just Surviving Myself
I can't ask for much else

I sit in solemn sorrow
Dreading tomorrow
Another day on the shelf
Of Surviving Myself

My actions made pain
I just want the rain
To make the snow melt
While I'm Surviving Myself

When the new day dawns
What will my actions spawn?
The pain rises like welts
Will I keep surviving myself?