Still searching through the ruins of my mind
For a semblance of order amongst the chaos
Trying, in my deepest, darkest thoughts
To perceive the slightest glimpse of daylight
This is the most absurd I think I’ve ever felt
Grappling through the pitch blackness
Searching for my sanity within the dank cave
Having crept under the ‘Do Not Enter’ sign
My own fault; my own fault, of course
Always, my own fault; all my life I’ve been told
It’s my own fault, and sometimes I have to
Reluctantly agree, not to disagree
I chose to step through the No-Go warning
Stepping out onto the railway track
Without first looking to see if there is a train
Hurtling towards me, not caring much of the outcome
I am still no further on into making any headway
Through the monochrome and the gloom
And sometimes forget that I am delving into
The very inkiness which resides in my brain
Wondering whether this will be the place of my demise
My mind, in a fit of madness, has engulfed itself
And there on my gravestone will be etched
‘It was her own fault’: ‘We always told her so’.