Sick Coping Mechanisms

Sick coping mechanisms

Moping, because I sometimes can’t properly cope

I’m broken, but I’m also glowing

Soaking in tears but zoning in peace

Smoking my thoughts then throwing tantrums

Moaning, choking, floating

So many sick coping mechanisms

But it’s better than exploding

I’m loading my positivity

I’m voting and hoping that this time it stays

My tears are provoking me to stay in darkness

But I start smiling even if I’m just posing

When I stop joking, I’ll start growing