Music Box

Some days I deal with my personal distraught It sucks when I stress so much When one moment I'm fine and one moment I'm not I worry so much without your touch I fear I'm a burden, a useless, broken thing You don't see me the way I see myself But unlike all the others, you make me think that I deserve much more than a broken trinket on a shelf You are so patient with my mental health A busted music box that no longer plays Your kindness and love is the only wealth You fix me up in mysterious ways For I just want one simple thing For you to continue to help me to sing. (For Raven, my beloved. ❤️)