#brokenmind
Fear blocking my vision
Wanting to get away, but can't
Scratches on my face all over
I am nothing but regret
Escape escape escape
Shame of a broken mind
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 7:43 PM UTC
Water rushes down from the fall, cool and clear.
I drink my fill, hoping to forget.
Hoping to forget you.
I don’t want to, but I have to.
If I want to make it.
If I want to survive.
I sit down under the water, letting it rush over my skin.
The water pools down and flows across the stream.
My memories of you are already fading,
Your smile. Your laugh. Your eyes.
They simply fade.
I calm down as my mind get clearer and clearer.
I have to do this.
The water pounds against my skull, but the sound is soothing.
It fades more quickly.
From when I first met you, when you spoke to me for the first time.
When I left for a long time, and when I found you there, waiting for me.
“I have to do this.” I told myself.
But the tears running down my face told my brain otherwise.
They blended with the water and surrounded me.
Then, you were gone.
Just like that.
You were gone.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 4:06 PM UTC
Broken mind mentality
Falling through an endless black-hole that I think is my universe.
It exists only inside my head full of holes
And it hollows my soul
And it eats away at a part of me from the inside.
I am left to fall in reverse.
Losing sight of all that I knew;
The truth I knew, to be so true.
As thoughts ricochet inside my brain, black paint is thrown onto my art,
Creating holes inside my head and tearing me apart.
Lost in spaces, in between, reality and darkness dreams.
So lost to everything they claimed to be unique to me;
I need to escape from this broken mind mentality.
What I have is all mine but none of it works;
My body jerks and shakes and breaks and I hurt.
When all I need is a clear path forward, not back,
All I have is misty eyes and all I feel is panic attacks.
So scared of all that never was,
Or what could be, if I do nothing,
Or do something, or make a choice;
I will only destroy my eternal voice.
The vocal chords will be cut,
By never mind, regrets and but,
I never meant to say that, please take it back.
I am losing the last morsels of strength that I ever had
And I am oh, so sad.
I will disappear into this black-hole,
That drags me away from everybody that I know.
When all is gone and my star goes out,
I will remain in doubt and inside out;
What hope is there for me now?
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May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 7:34 AM UTC
My mind is broken
Am thinking about hope but I failed , my eyes are open but I can't focus
Hearing the same voice over and over
Again that hopeless voice ...
I wanted to run away but I didn't
I still can't focus on the road that I signed for
My mind is broken , I wanted to fix it but something hold's me back , I searched for myself I searched for my thoughts ...
But there's no art to buy , there's no art to buy ...
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 7:43 AM UTC
*My mind is like a clock
One that is maybe 4 minutes slow
(A good enough guess, I mean who really cares about 4 minutes?)
The hands are a bit wonky, pointing haphazardly at the number like its unsure
The numbers themselves are looking a bit rusty
But people know the basic layout of a clock
It's similar enough
It still makes the tick tock sound, albeit a quiet tick tock
One you'd have to strain to hear
But it's there, trust me
I am still useful
Someone will still need me
Someone will still choose me*
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC
Her mind has become a tangle of webs.
Her memories fight against each other as she tries to recall her wedding dress.
Words mix and mingle as her grandchildren tell her about their day.
Past and present blur as her loved ones dance beside the lake.
She weeps and she frowns as she realises that she's not well.
She smiles as she bids her daughter farewell.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC
Maybe if my therapist was a Tyrannosaurus Rex
I would feel more comfortable speaking out loud,
Knowing that he wouldn't understand a word I'm saying, anyway
"I wish someone had given me an instruction manual for myself... When I was 5 my mom was concerned because I had no friends and it didn't bother me at all...
It would have been nice to know about my self-destruct button...
One day, when I was 16, I forgot to put on my bullet-proof vest and a beautiful boy (who had my heart on a keychain) shot me straight through the skull. No mercy... Is there a mirror around so I can see if there's still a hole there?
(I'd point to a picture) ... He hit me once.
... When I was 12, two girls who were supposed to be my friends held my head underwater in the swimming pool. And the adults just sat there and watched from the sidewalk as I struggled for air...
You know, it would have been nice if someone could've explained the functions I was designed to perform...
Because at this point
It's all guesswork-- am I mentally unstable?"
And the T-Rex would look up from his book, glasses shoved against his nose
And he would say,
"You've just spent the last 45 minutes talking to a dinosaur."
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC