Mind Tricks

Tricks of my mind... More intricate than a spider's web. Consume me, use me, then leave me to wonder- When will I be me? The person I was meant to be... No medicine can set me free, Free of chains that bind, And fractured psyche left to find. No one hears my cry from deep within, So I shut them all out again and again. Nevertheless, they return in force, My soul screaming from every available source. I beg just for my heart to go numb, And to my worst intentions I may succumb. Torture me no more, I beg of you, Unless you yearn for venom my heart will spew. They call me "borderline " and check the box, Not knowing how many times I hit the rocks. Up today, down tomorrow, dead on Wednesday. Wasn't she such a pretty girl they all will say. Maybe pretty, yet hard to understand. Why did no one lend a hand? It didn't have to happen they all are quick to say. Yet no one gave her a reason that she should really stay. Now she's gone, and nothing can be done. Would it have been so hard to take her gun? Not a gun made of steel, Only the deathwish you all made her feel. You could have reached out. You could have acted out. You should have spoken out.