The garden is overgrown
Weeds, like the thoughts in my head
Who am I lying to?
When I say that I'm fine instead
Who would I tell
Who would believe
Would they pronounce me dead
Tell my family to grieve
I'm lost in the overgrowth
The sunlight blocked by leaves
Thorns cut and scrape my arms
I'm unaware of my needs
Collapsing in a forest of my own thoughts
Lost to the wilderness of my mind
The world keeps on turning
Leaving my soul behind
-LM
