Oceans In My Mind

Illness

I got a hair cut today.
I did it myself.
I dyed it purple and blonde.
I chopped my locks and started new.

But the hair was dead.
Burnt from the iron.
Ripped from the brush.
And over all useless.

An illness overcame my mind.
That sickness called depression.
The acid trip called anxiety.
The prescription never strong enough.

That was the disease.
Overwhelmed with emotion.
And just straight insane.
My headache stronger with each thought.

The end of an era.
The death of a daughter.
Anything to rid of the pain.
The illness.

The fucking illness.