For a time I thought I was going mad,
that the absurd thoughts in my brain meant I was loosing my goddamn
mind
I was wrong.
The thoughts in my head that parade around and scream and might and make me shout
\"help! someone!\"
meant that my brain was broken, dysfunctional,
damaged
So now I live with the parading thoughts and pray and hope and wish the vile medicine will make it all
go
away