How true it is that a physical wound heals faster than an injured mind.
Recently broke my wrist it took six weeks to heal.
My mental ill-health continues to drain my health, you’ll find.
Masking moments of dispare and confusion. Why was I born so afflicted?
Some answer amidst all the confusion depicted.
How creative my mind can be and so devastating;
Destructively, crushing and destroying thoughts at will.
Trashing ideas:so harmful, some are like being addicted.
Maybe it’s time to take my medication and swallow a pill.
Time to let some ideas take hold.
Thinking instead of reaction to help these thoughts embrace the salvation of my mind and soul.
For I dislike these lessons of futility, we have to live, as it is no way to live.