The mind is a dungeon, there confusion lurks.
Fear of what's forgotten, the world at its worst.
The past is what haunts us, a thought of what's gone.
The future is our hopes, quickly proven wrong.
The present, inception, no thought is our own.
The world a sea of lies, hard to face alone.
Hours to days to months, my mind is my cell.
Possible to break through, going back un-failed.
I regret things I've done, never to reverse.
I tried to hide my life, only made it worse.
I cried within myself, heart started to break.
Kept on a happy face, mind began to quake.
Losing my sense of life, unwanted thoughts came.
First a mental battle, then a physical game.
Months had passed, still no change, look for an escape.
But with those who had cared, that then changed my fate.
It was them who changed me back to whom I knew.
It was them who I thank, for everything they do.
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