Brenda's Land

Getting lost within my mind,
Not a healthy place to be.
So many dark and
Twisted thoughts,
That mock reality.
Most of them are memories,
I never will escape.
Some are fucking
landmines,
That want to see me break.
How much can I really
take,
Before I'm lost for good?
And when I'm gone,
Will anybody know that
I fought as hard as I
could?
Or will they think I just
gave up?
And does it really matter?
Some of us were never
meant for
Happily - Ever - After.