I can't go down this path again

This is not what I meant

Can't I get better?

Or am I stuck in this cycle forever?

Every year, about this time

I take out my pen and start to rhyme

I write through day and night

I can't fight it, as much as I try

Therapy? You think that helps?

I could be doing something else

Something that doesn't waste my life

That is worth my while

My days are numbered, as are yours

Death is around the corner, behind doors

Medicine is as useless as the first

No feelings is worse than my curse

I can't seem to rest

Nothing can take my mind off this