This carousel inside my head,
loops around and with a thread
keeps me bound with a sense of dread.
A sudden change, a fog it seems.
Filled with all my awful dreams.
They tear me up and never stop,
not even when I’ve had enough.
I shut my eyes and all I see,
is all that happened and what could be
if you were here, right here with me.
Perhaps I’m manged
and cannot be changed.
My thoughts deranged
left me estranged.
I used to feel
willing to kneel.
But I had to deal
so that I could heal.