words from a broken soul

Fracture

Anything can get fractured but not fixed
Your trust in someone can be fractured
But the thing with trust is you can fix it
Now when something complex is fractured
Things start to get tricky like a mirror you
Could fix but it's not gonna look right but
It'll still serve its designated purpose but
What happens when the human brain is
What was fractured then things are a mess
Anything can get fractured but not fixed

The human brain is complicated but It can
Be fractured most people have some form
Of PTSD that's technically fractured to me
Yet we're a special case got PTSD but parts
As well my brain fractured at a young age
Comes naturally if you know the hell I lived
But severe repeated traumatic events don't
Bode well with a developing brain it'll create
Parts to manage the distress ones going through
But the parts are usually there in the brain
Because the brain deems it to be the only
Way for the body to survive by having another
Take the pain for the main part yet they
Can only take so much before these parts
Also fracture and new parts are created
Anything can get fractured but not fixed

The mind technically can go back to a
Normal state before the trauma was endured
But that's the thing what do you do when
Your existence becomes something strange
What happens when you "cure" a schizophrenic
I'd say they'd be waiting endlessly for the
Voices they're so familiar with to comeback
So try "curing" someone who's mental health
Is fractured to the point the brain creates
Parts just so the body can live it be the
Same in my schizophrenic example it'd
Be strange and I'd be waiting for the voices
Who've I've know to be a part of me to return
Anything can be fractured but not fixed

Thing is I'm used to these parts it'd just
Be weird to fuze us all together in one
And even then what will that look like
I'll be sane sure but walking the line of
Insanity and sanity is all I've know hell
Is all I've know since I was a lad so what
Would I get from be sane in society's eyes
I already pass off as sane to those who
Don't know me the mask is more than that
If you look into my eyes you'll see the pain
That I endured or so I think you will but truth
Is you'll probably just see dead eyes staring back
Cold and numb byproducts of the hell
I became numb to so I could survive it
The voices in my head are one and the same
They're all me just a different personality
Ones I need to grow up in hell others hope
That they can be cared for like we should've been
Anything can be fractured but not fixed

Truth is fractured Insanity is the only thing
I've known and understood growing up as
Much as I wish to deny I understood myself
And all the parts that are me as well
But even then there's some parts to broken
They need to be taken care of in different ways
Yet I still try to understand them unable to
But I know they came from a hell and a brain
Unable to handle all the different stimuli
Just wondering what the true nature for
Those parts was when they were formed
The answers elude me like the will to live
Thing is when you're able to pass off as
Sane no one really care about you scars
But when Insanity is added they fear you
Because to them you're just a timebomb
Waiting to blow but they're wrong meds
Help most with the more serious mental
Disorders yet my mind fractured so meds
Don't exist for our case doubt they ever will
Anything can be fractured but not fixed