What happened to survival instinct?
My mind finds ways to hurt itself so inventive I should get a patent

My mind has forecasts of thick storms of depression and hurricanes of anxiety everyday
Each thought is like an earthquake to my psyche

Some days I can keep the storms and thoughts at bay
Then some they come with reinforcements

They keep hurling their sharp weapons and making relentless attacks
I think what would happen if I waved a white flag and surrendered