Mental havoc,
Have I been locked in my brain\'s attic?
Creative disillusion,
Was I ever here or just a delusion?
Have I been part of my own thoughts\' prostitution?
If it killed me would you help me through?
Could you let me make my way to you?
I need a therapist,
I think the best kind would be a friend,
One who\'s just like you,
One who knows I\'m a fool and I\'m not so cool,
One who knows I can see all the hues too,
One who knows,
All the vices of me but knows my intentions are true,
I have problems that I don\'t know,
But I can change cause I can grow,
And I know I don\'t deserve you,
I keep tearing this love to pieces,
Still you say, \"It\'s ok, my loving patient, my greatest displacement, my ex-lover,
I\'ll love you again cause I know you can\",
With that love I can recover,
But I still need you cause I\'m just a man,
All those dangerous thoughts,
They led to fires I can\'t have lit,
And I really love you,
And I have a monster inside,
But I need you to help me find it,
That love is the fuel to my life that much I can assure,
I don\'t want to end myself anymore,
But it doesn\'t seem like I have much more in store,
P.S. If you have a moment please look at my previous poem, \"Again\", and give me some feedback (positive or negative). I\'d really appreciate it.