A steady mind is like a waterfall.
Constant, clear, calming.
But once undone like a ball of string.
You see the cracks that were hidden layers deep.
Though sadness can only seep so far into the aura of our souls.
True pain can stain the carpets of our minds for eternity.

Many medics claim to clean it.
So we buy into their promises of clear cut clarity.
But It only stands on top of it hoping no one notices the damage underneath.

Sorrow spills out of my mouth like a politicians lies.
Forever going unheard to the ears of the “caring”.
For my sins that I walllow in.
For the love I crave.
Till death do me part.
I’ll be at one with the end.