What do you do when feeling useless becomes the norm?
When you’ve given up and got lost in the storm
You’ve gone 12 rounds and got beat down by life
Strewn across the surgery table under anxiety’s knife
Shattered rose colored glasses, blinded to the poetic
Battered by a cyclone of rage, and oh so unapologetic
This is now the normal homeostasis
Forced to go into the world with several wounded faces
You desire to heal those wounds, so down the drugs
Everything is better with daily chemical hugs
to feel normal, be human, this is the cost
But what do you do when you’re doped up and lost?