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Shards of Soul


Staring off into the distance, what are you looking to find? A glimpse of hope, a peaceful mind. What is it that you desire, that burns deep inside? A mind that's true, a thought that won't divide. Just because I carry it so well doesn't mean it's not heavy, The weight of pain, the weight of memory , the weight of uncertainty , the weight of tomorrow. My thoughts are a maze , I'm lost in the haze . A never ending cycle a relentless daze. Am I going insane:Am I dying:Am I really to live the whole of this insane life In the mirror a reflection stares , a strangers eyes with unspoken cares  . Sleepless nights with racing thoughts astray. A restless mind that cannot fucking stay , just stay.  The darkness whispers "you're not enough" A haunting voice that echoes rough . Everybody keeps coming and taking a stab. Tall medium short , light , white , brown .Pretty .Cute. Beautiful. I'm bleeding out . My mind a toxic mate , whispers lies and fuels my hate . "It's all your fault" it hisses cold "You're unworthy , you're to blame , you're not it " This poisonous bond , I desperately cling A masochistic dance, a deadly ring The depth of my mind i despise When is it coming the end of my demise Went to a Shaman seeking help and she told me "I see you've been running from the beast ", if you want them gone just throw around some yeast . None of it worked so I had to approach a priest.  Little did I know all I needed was a psychiatrist
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