This is a poem about me trying not to relapse ( I don't have a title for it )

Why are these thoughts coming upto my head

I just don’t know I want these all dead

Or maybe should I go on thinking about it

And figure out stuff bit by bit

I’ve tried so hard to stop the from invading my mindspace

But right now I’m trying to give up with the least possible grace

They have been knocking at my door over 1 week

I have tried to ignore them being absolutely chic

Oh god do I not want to be their slave again

I thought I was their master but guess they bought back the pain

Why ? Just Why ??
I don’t want to ask for help and become a burden for them as I cry
No.But I’ve already reached out for help
Now you can’t back out and yelp

I thought I started doing my gut’s bidding these days

But turns out my head got the better of my and brought me to this place
Off with my head I wanna say
But I promised people and said okay
It’s just really overwhelming
Guess it’s all about the right timing
I don’t have that much patience
Cuz I’m sick of waiting and waiting till I don’t have a single pence