Here is poem number 2 that I jotted down today. Im finding poetry helpful. Here it is:
A broken mind is what I know all too well,
that progressive decline into my own personal little hell.
Its an incredible story of success, which fell into a rather terrible mess.
Of which there is a beginning but alas in sight no end, no pause nor recess.
There are many things that I believe and hold in high view,
but Im not always quite sure if they’re actually true.
But there is one thing of which I am totally and completely sure,
with these thoughts and views there are bound to be many many more.
