You said I could come to you with anything.
The funny thing is that I believed you.
I came to you with my heart.
You ignored and begged for my mind.
I never said you could have it.
But you stole it anyway.
You cried as you held my mind in your hands.
Weeping at the sight of all the scars and bruises.
Fingers skipping over all the self-inflicted wounds.
I stood with my heart in my hands.
Eyes watery at the sight of your betrayal.
I came to you with my heart and you denied.
Had it never occurred to you there was a reason for my ways?
That there was a reason for the gift of my heart instead of my mind?
I thought giving you my heart would make things better.
But, oh, how wrong I was.
And I realize my mistake as I sit with my heavy heart and still no mind.
You'd always told me people cannot be trusted.
But, yet, you gave me your word.
You said I could come to you with anything.
And the increasingly funny thing is that I believed you.
I believed you.
A long while later, you returned my mind.
New scars and bruises already forming.
I wept as I grasped it again.
Finally back in the safety of its owner.
My heart beating rapidly at the thought of what you might've seen.
I tried to swallow the pain.
But it demanded to make itself known.
My mouth wanted to speak.
But my tongue refused.
So I cradled my mind.
Trying to nurse it back to health.
All while thinking.
I looked to you and could see hurt in your eyes.
All while thinking.
You looked so tired.
All while thinking.
I gave you my heart to protect you.
I gave you my heart to protect you from the nightmarish battle field that is my mind.
A/N: this is dedicated to the person that told me I should never think I need medication for anything when all I asked for was help. Simply help. Not medication.
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