June Poem
Mending A Broken Mind Wrapped in a layer of bandages being held together by the strength of will and hope. Slowly these cracks and bruises begin to mend and heal by the strands of time. Medicated by the days of good with love and happiness. Until one day the cracks begin to crumble under the pressure of the darkness and self-loathing. The bandages can only do so much for so long. The pressure increases and so do the dark thoughts. Strips of fabric begin to fail and the darkness creeps in taking over the defenseless wounds. This fragile structure slowly crumbles and begins to lose the long and tiring fight. The strips are worn and torn to pieces… leaving behind a broken mind.