When Reality pricks at me,
it's a needle to gather the blood
modern medicine needs.
How much to keep me safe
from mental illness and myself?
Take everything
you need from me Reality.
Whatever it takes to bring me back
to a home I can remember.
Home isn't what it once was,
isn't safe,
isn't what I remembered.
Home has become a place
where my mind tricks me.
The loved side of me left,
and fear is what's left.
Reality left me frantic,
searching for answers
to questions which don't exist.
Responsibility became my undertaking,
the consequences are mine to take,
no matter what they are.
Reality is a pill to take,
to end the fear,
to make me remember who to hold dear.
Reality could try its worst,
but it couldn't break my heart,
my relationships.
