I have a headache (mind ache)
I don't know what to do
A lobectomy will hurt my feelings
A craniotomy will break my erect pose
A pill will hide my pain
Underneath the house of chemistry
It's madness to try and calm the storm
With buckets full of flames
I am going to open the pages in my mind (psychotherapy)
And write myself a letter
Dear Self,
I am terribly sorry
For mistreating you
Holding you under my nose
Like a piece of tissue
To wipe my excrement
And throw you away
It's true
You hold the cure to my dilemma
Open your heart
And let me step into the house of healing
Let me find my troubles
And erase my pain
Let me touch the pulse of my mind
And stop the madness
Let me find my silence
And embrace my emptiness
I will walk with you
Into the everlasting house of peace
©
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