Heal Thyself

Pain flows from my pen
Like a dripping faucet
Revealing the layers of hurt
The world can never see

Yes I do love my family
They don't seem to believe that
But I can't take on their hurt
Not in the place that I'm at

My vessel now runs over
I doubt that I will cope
With new things added daily
My happiness gets choked

My plan is heal myself first
And then I'll fix the world
My future seems so uncertain
Like something I cannot know

I don't conceive to harm myself
Tempting it may seem
Want to get better not worse
Oh how long can it take

My plan is doing nursing
Other people I will help
But first I sort myself out
The healing must start now

I can perceive a future
Where things are not so bad
I hope to god it's just stress
And I'm not going mad

May 2010

Poetry - Head Stuff