The day the self help dies

You’ve spent the past 6 months

telling everyone how to be okay

and you tried to apply that shit

to your own life every single day

you said you could be okay

it was mind over matter

you could converse with the bad parts

and have a polite natter

with the depression, the anxiety,

the cloying dependency

but today

you knew this wasn’t the case

you couldn’t force a smile

to sit on your face

anything remotely zen

would be a ball of lies

cos you feel awful today

on the day the self help dies