The mind of a two-year-old. 

Too weak to walk and my brain moves at a snail’s pace, 

Old and wise, 

Stronger than ever.  

I’m bruised and torn, 

empty and hollow. 

Bleed me numb, 

I no longer feel a thing. 

Tear me to pieces and don’t try and fix me, 

The damage is done, 

No room for apologies. 

Shallow thoughts roam my head 

Count with me  

One, two, three. 

A mix of medicine won’t fix a thing 

Broken love and wasted time, 

Wasted space. 

Your words try to heal me. 

A life filled with lonesome thoughts, 

I dream the night I recover.