Based on Albania 2025
Shkodra Elektronike — Zjerm
I’m caught in doom and distress, feel such annoyance (Wow!)
No therapy ever could destroy that (Oh!)
Must endure intrusive thoughts, all my self-worth adds to nought
As it’s hard to get by, I’ll choose avoidance
(But please strive to get by, don’t choose avoidance!)
I’ll withdraw from it all, be no one’s burden
I’m overcome by this gloom, getting stuck, feeling little
As this cycle of despair’s beating the hell out of my head
I can’t go on – full closure’s urgent (Hopes up!)
I must gather my remaining forces
To either heal or else make life cease, but
I might miss the next me…
I shan’t miss the next me!
So even if my mind’s now fettered
Tamely surfing the unknown
I might see my life get better
Grow in all its spheres
I shall fret – still not a winner
But at least, no towel thrown
I shan’t let this voice, so inner
Recall spent tears ‘n’ fears ‘n’ jeers ‘n’ sneers
SHARE all the unsaid traumas in your head
Truth hurts, so you must push through regardless
DARE, face those demons and just persist
And hope that you will defeat them
Start reviving endured mischief
THERE, among that endless scorning and mourning
New days will come when all skewed thinking fades
And self-harm cravings are
RARE
Ditch responses like flight or freeze
For the only true chance in life is: Fight!
I must learn to deal with heavy thought trains
‘Cause that’s the key to perhaps believe that
I might meet the next me…
I shall meet the next me!
I’ll persevere in the endeavour
To recover from this low
Grind’s extreme, but it will never
Lose its bright appeal
You can spare a thought for me if
I’m found clinging to my woe…
As I dare, the world shall see if
My soul can feel ‘n’ reel ‘n’ squeal ‘n’ heal