Forgotten

     I wrote this one day, when I was feeling quite confused. I was confused about who I was. I was confused of my feelings. So I wrote this:

Have I forgotten who I am?

Lost in a sea of water or woods of land?

Piece by piece my mind falls apart, lost in a time where my heart may stop.

But still, it beats on.

Willing to find the pieces and mend them together again.

Some where, it knows it's not totally forgotten.

So as it mends the broken brain, this beautiful mind starts to think again.

It starts to function and remember.

Oh, the pain of being forgotten.

That's why it broke into a million pieces.

And as he told the heart, it started to realize.

This person was officially forgotten.

So the heart cried and broke down into shining bright red pieces.

And there was nothing to stop it.

     I have slowly started to recover, mentally and emotionally, but the heart and mind are not always the best of friends.