my thoughts.

as I sit up at night with my thoughts running wild. I think about the times i was a child scared and abused lost and confused wanting to be loved and not used... as I wrap my mind around these words that are unspoken I start to understand why I'm broken. I'm messed up in the head my mental is dead.... I can't think ..... tears fill my eyes, and I write on this paper... it's ok. I'll come back and finish later.