"My little interuptions


As time goes on I start to see
the way I am bothers me.

Pray for the day I find a way
to say what I cannot say.

Ideas that haunt my head;
what he said
signs that I misread
tears I've shed
my wrists covered in red
don't let me sleep safely in bed.

All of my insecurities make it hard to speak
and unearth the answers that I seek.

I'm reaching down deep to feel
my inner strength and strive to heal.

Concentration broke.......
my mind races on...........
the grasp I had is now gone."