Broken mind

Gonna start this song, express how hard life's been,

As I sit to write, I can barely hold the pen.

Darkness holds me, doctors call it anxiety, trauma, PTSD.

I'm in a cage with the door open, but I can't break free,

My own mind, over time, has completely crippled me.

Wish for a safe place, my heart to slow its beat,

But trying only hurts, always ends in another defeat.

My partner should be a safe place to land,

But he says my issues weigh too much, like walking on quicksand.

I'm hustling dollars just to get by,

And all I need is you to listen while I try to explain why.

You say my earnings are nothing, and remind me it's not enough every night,

Deep inside, a quiet war, with nobody to talk to anywhere in sight.

My mind's a heavy weight, I carry it daily, trying to break free.

Your lack of empathy adds to my anxiety, it's got a grip on me.

Terrified to find work, 'cause what if you're right? I'm not enough, that's all they'll ever see.

You remind me over and over of your long, hot day,

I tell you I'm grateful, but you never hear a word I say.

But my spirit's breaking, just longing for release.

If you'd only love me, trust me, see the heart in me,

Grant me freedom, safety, let my soul just be.

Maybe this pain would ease, but after twelve years, it's never gonna be.

I don't want to break you down, just because you've broken me.

I wish you'd see my strength, encourage my attempts to break free.

Instead of constant reminders of what I don't contribute and you can't see,

All I have to offer is my love, and my promise to keep trying to heal, you see.

You say really hurtful things and call me out my name.

Block my way, can't leave, no escape, but yet somehow I'm the one to blame.

Always your story, your pain, your truth, mine fades to gray.

I'd take the time to thank you, if you'd only listen to anything I say.

But still I'd like to take this time to thank you for the hard work you put in every single day,

It's just too bad you'll never hear it since you seem to never hear anything I say.

If these things don't change, I'll soon get so weak,

I won't even have the strength to hold onto us anymore.

I'm so scared I'll be too weak,

But still I hold on to hope, for love that lets me speak.

That one day the silence breaks, and healing finds its way,

Till then I'll keep on fighting, trying to find my brighter day.