The images won’t let me be
I’ve yet to find the strength to bind it
Some days I’m stuck in an infinite loop
Being reminded of my helplessness
It’s depressing enough to make me join a group/
But would that help my mental fitness?
I just stood there that day.
I fought hard to keep tears at bay
How do I completely move ahead
Part of me is still there
Part of me is dead
Now I’m emotionally volatile, is that fair?