They say pills will fix my broken thoughts.
My thoughts are not broken. They don’t need fixing.
What I need is for life to stop hurling a constant slew of crap my way…I need life to take a break,
enough time away to allow me to recuperate in-between.
I need time,
to gather my senses, to summon my wits about me and prepare for the next attack.
I need a moment, a moment, a moment, one small moment in-between is all I’m asking for.