A break.
My mind needs a
Break.
Is it already broken,
But it needs a break
In the other context
That broken can make.
Too full.
The backpack of my consciousness is too
Full.
Its ripping at the seams
And making me dull
Because the papers jammed into the depths
Make threads start to pull
And the tangent will continue
Until the string is cut,
And i will be blue
Until streets turn red,
I’m losing my head,
I’m already lost,
I’d feel better dead,
But its not worth the cost.
Where is my brain ,
Where did she go?
The girl you once new,
Who you used to know,
Is going insane,
Is going through pain,
And all she needs is
A break.
My mind needs a
Break.
what my mind really needs
is a two month vacation.