Breathing, Not Living Poem by J.C. Masa

All I do is drink, brew, and screw.
Thought it would take the pain,
but it's not true.
What can I do? I've been in this cycle since twenty-two,
when the enemies live in my head
and the whole world's against you.

Thought I was getting better at twenty-five,
only to fall from heaven at twenty-seven.
Since then I've never been alive—
I'm only breathing,
but not living.

I moved away, but never truly moved on,
tried to bury my past,
but it keeps holding on.
Still searching for a place where I belong—
until then, my friend…

life goes on.