Lovely Broken Minds

Broken, crushed, shattered ; pieces of the mind lay scattered.

Searching for the precise desighn, near or far it's hard to find.

Flooding thoughts turn into tears, making the screams hard to hear.

To play a toxic game that isn't fair, drowning, suffocating & lonely, it's scary up there.

Racing doubts of was I right or wrong, fool me to think I would ever be strong.

Fighting demons in my head, the voices and laughter slowly spread.

Sometimes the thoughts are hard to resist, upon action pleading cries of "it doesn't have to end like this".

A little change to notice how we feel, spoken out, we start to heal.

Crushed and scratched, this is me ; my broken mind is truly lovely.