And often talks about the weather
It mentions Uncle Jim or Dad
And moans a lot about someone bad
This one is written to myself
With wishes for better mental health
Asking if I knew a time
When everything was just fine..
What was the trigger that sent me mad
Being told that I was bad?
I'd write and say, "It's not your fault"
I keep opening wounds and adding salt
I'd write and offer myself a friend
Who'd hold my heart and help it mend
I'd ask myself to please be kind
In dealing with my irrational mind
No comments:
Post a Comment