I spend the days missing you
I spend the nights alone
I spend way too much time
In a mental combat zone
Too many thoughts of my past
Still linger in my mind
The many things that frighten me
I think of all the time
I know there’s something wrong with me
I know I’m not the same
So many times I sit and wonder
Could I really be the blame?
What happens to many people
That wind up in my position
Is that when we try to explain
No body seems to listen
The shrinks have all the answers
All you have to do is ask them
They have no idea at all
About my mental mayhem
What’s wrong inside my head
Can’t be fixed with a pill
It may take years to heal
As my fight is all uphill
© 12-11-10/RJH
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