Mind in Pieces

April 12, 2016

The voice in my head never stops

Day in and day out

It repeats what I’ve done wrong

I can’t get through a day without regretting my past

My head hurts more than my heart ever did

My heart was broken but I found a glue stick

But my mind is a tool that glue cannot fix

I am broken

I am sick

And no one will listen

I’m asking for help and still no one will listen

I’m screaming and crying

But they will not listen

They won’t never listen?

Why won’t they just listen?!

I need you and it’s like you don’t see what I am!

The tears on my cheeks are clear, not invisible

I want to scream until my vocal chords break

I want to pull out my hair

My mind is very sick

But they don’t seem to care

I get the help I need

It helps more than they see

But they don't see so the help is, of course, temporary

I want to cry and release

But I stay stationary

They don’t want to see

They’ve seen this before

So why would they seem to care anymore?

I want to scream ‘till I’m hoarse

I want to rip out my hair

My mind is so sick

And they don’t even care

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