Gingerly I sit and contemplate life
Is it worth living?
The fact is I’m not sure
Gingerly I lay and dream of death
My fear of the unknowing keeps me here
The fear of not existing is greater then death
Gingerly I wait for relief
It is ever evasive
Medication takes the edge off but is no cure
Why can’t we have a cure sweet radiation would be welcomed
Gingerly I wait to live another day
Mental Illnes is a beautiful and strange part of creativity. Keep up the great work!