The Cure Wont Hold Forever Poem by jodi glass

when the brain doesn't decide i should live, or i need a bit of pain for a temporary fix
anxiety meds dont help, and a chunk of my personality disappears melting away, never to be seen again.
only you cant find it on a old map
leaving me to chase around in my mind, gone and always forgotten.

fight as you might, its sitting in the dark
hiding until they need yet another chunk,
to feed what ever they are, to feed there soul

the cure is meds, keeping invisible forces at bay
but how many pieces of me need to run away, before i am a shell
a lifeless scared, robot

i dont know what i will be, i aint even 30.
a lifetime of this i can not take
cures and routine, friends and family
but as the years add on
bouncing back is not easier
for i am slipping away, piece by piece until one day
i am a shell, oh hell