( the opposite of the prompt but)

Hearing poems, what you claim

I see sanity’s lost in shame

Adds to the lost after a while

You seem to drown in the pile

Yet your much better than me

You suppress what I can’t unsee

Yet if I’m exposed I’m saved

Running from hell as it caved

Yet you seem much more happy

Not weak, damaged, sappy

You self medicate, seems to help

But the bitter knife makes me yelp

Yet I’m drawn to your fate

Don’t want to miss or be late

To saving myself or taking time

From my heart, flip the lucky dime

Heads or tails - instinct or brain

Life or death where will I be lain

Broken brain, planted seed

Growing tree an urge I feed

Will I fall into dark and relapse

Or be saved and protected perhaps

But I know I won’t this isn’t a story

I did this myself and for that I am sorry