Some days my mind is muddy, from the mud grows branches covered in thorns,
The branches start in my head and eventually wrap all the way around my body, holding me tight and refusing to let me go,
They no longer cause me physical pain like they used to but now the pain can almost be seen as worse as it is mental pain which eats away my happiness like a candle being blown out,
Some days flowers grow from the mud in my brain and can shine bright for days and fill me with smiles and laughter,
The flowers grow a lot more regular now yet not often enough as it only takes one flower to die for the branches to wrap around my mind once more
