Today I find myself reminiscing my younger years and how I used to deal with depression and other issues. This is a poem about those times.
Sometimes I wish I could go back,
To when I was like twenty one.
I was wild and I was eccentric,
I was mad and always having fun.
Even though I had issues then,
Just as bad as I do now.
Id just get off my head,
Go crazy and block em out.
When I got paranoid,
Or felt depressed or couldn’t cope.
I’d just pop some pills, drink some beer,
And pretend it was all a joke.
These days though things are different,
It seems that I’ve grown up.
Instead of taking loads of drugs,
Its only my illness that fucks me up.