words from a broken soul

Brain

The brain is the most important organ
And yet mine is broken and fractured like
A mirror that was punched left forgotten
My brain may be a fractured mess yet it
Gets the job of living done if you can call it
Living when I just see myself as a ghost
Had to make myself one in hell growing up
Be unnoticed is a skill I picked from it but
There's more to being unnoticed I breath
Shallowly to the point you might not see it
Quite steps which is funny now but damn
You won't hear me walking up on you most
Times I scare people just from the things
I learned from be traumatized yet silence
Was what truly makes me a ghost oh well
The brain is the most important organ

Yet its a miracle my central nervous system
Can find a way to function keeps things
Going yet I'm wondering how it's not shot
Did it also adapt to the hell I was numb to
To increase my chance of surviving yes I
Think I'm not psychiatrist just someone
Who has voices that are me yet different
At the same time parts that make me
Anything but normal to most people who
Doubt if my disorder is real they see it as
Me wanting to get attention sorry no for I'm antisocial I don't want attention nor
Do I want sympathy or sorry those are two
Sides of the same coin to me I'm just trying
To move on with the storm of emotions
That I kill because they're a weakness
The brain is the most important organ

Without it your body shuts down blood
Slowly stops pumping because the signals
The brain sends to the heart to pump blood
Are just filled with dead silence death will
Be close if your brain just stops sending
All the necessary signals just to keep
The body alive yet my brain has imprints
Of someone who's family is disowned by me
I'm hearing their voice in the abysmal void
Just whispering in that sickly tone let
The fire become embers then douse those
Feel your life ebb away just like a wave
But I ignore the voice as best I can to many
Would be hurt if I truly became what I see
Myself as a ghost puppeting a corpse but
Sometimes I don't have the strength to
Ignore the voice so I just ride out the
Flashbacks of memories that scarred me
Things I wish were just smoke and ash
The brain is the most important organ

Yet mine is full of fog and rain yet its all
I've known in the life I've lived as a copy
The lad why did he chose suicide left me
In his place know I'm just meandering
No passions just these words I call art
Don't get giddy much that was the lad
Death I'm familiar with it those who meant
The world to me they've been dead for a
Long while now but it's okay you guys were
The father figures I needed when mine
Failed his family did what he did disguts
Me I've got a hatred for the blood that is
Keeping me alive because of my father
Who doesn't mention me to others good
Yet I find it weird he'll mention my sisters
When I mention him to friends it's usually
How much I want to hurt him like he hurt
My oldest sister so it's best I don't see him
The brain is the most important organ