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Don't play your games with me, I've been through heartache and thunderstorms that rival borderline crisis events. I've witnessed situations that people break to and absorb that knowledge- I help calm their raging mind from the horrid events they've gone through and what they've seen

You do not come here and tell me that the things I do are meaningless, for if at least one person doesn't drown within their own mind and past, that is enough.

Enough for me. If not enough for you then you can go into whatever hole you climbed from, back when before tar gripped your soul and rage in your veins.

Because you didn't start from this. I know you didn't- because before you lived with me and didn't think twice about what others think of you, what they thought about us-

You were exposed to young and to deep into the horrid monsters other people can be to each other, the standards people push others to abide by, and without a better supervisor you became one of them.

You became what you hated to see and you became it on yourself- trapped inside this mind and trying disparately hard now to fight what you've learned and adapt new ways. 


It's been a long time coming but I'll help you, help myself adapt new ways. Helping others will always be on my list of to-do but I'll add me to it. My storms are hard in my mind and in my heart, but to help untangle others; I help untangle myself.

Maybe you won't have to go back into the recesses of my mind 

-Me

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