What is the cure,
To my neverending afflictions?
Is it love?
Or is it medication,
To relieve myself of my addictions?
What is the answer,
To my neverending questions?
Is it knowledge?
Or is it sedation,
To rid myself of my frustrations?
Whether it's a cure or an answer,
There must be an end,
To my vexations;
I crave salvation;
My life is something I cannot mend.
What is the cure,
To my broken cognition?
Is it the truth?
Or is it the realization,
That nothing can heal me.
