To be on my own is to heal,

To be on my own is real,

Though it hurts me,

I’m hurting to heal

Unsure where my thoughts are wandering to,

I won’t box them in;

I’ll leave the keys behind,

Hoping they’ll lock up when they leave

It hurt me more to say “I‘m broken.”

So I would avoid it to keep it outside,

I’d try, but the thoughts would run around in my head, making me something else instead

Demons dancing on my mind,

I say I’m fine;

As if they’re not there all the time