An Essay of the Dysfunctional Mind

Essentially Broken

There's just one thing to comfort you when everything seemed to crumble down

And you feel as though you can't get up again

Not in long amount of time, not with anybody's help

And that your soul could better be sent to the devil than not.

In which case, may I remind you to look back into the journey we've taken, 

and essentially mend that broken heart

from which path you took, I gravely respected

from which decision you made, look deeper into the roots.

You're process from sorrow differs from mine; 

A lot has been made and regrets that were welcomed.

And memories of past mistakes: several past regrettable mistakes

Of which you can hardly bring back now

And necessarily affect your present.

But what I really wanted to tell you:

Was that your heart's way is not defined by your past inabilities and your past stupidities

That what you claim to be at fault is not you but the world

And the beauty in it is that you chose to face tomorrow 

And continue to cry your battle, your frustrations, your limitations head on.

And that is the proof you haven't given up.