In the depths of my broken mind,
Storm clouds gather, heavy and blind.
Memories swirl like winds so cold,
Regrets drift past, like leaves untold.
Each whisper carries a secret pain,
Echoes of times when I felt disdain.
Confusion reigns, a tempest's call,
Seeking calm in the quietest hall.
In the quiet, I find some peace,
Whispers of the storm, they ease.
Memories fade, like fading light,
Finding hope where there was just fright.
Through the chaos, I hear my heart,
A steady beat, a guiding start.
With each breath, I let go of fear,
Embrace the storm, and let it clear.
In the depths, where shadows dwell,
I find strength in the darkest hell.
A light breaks through, like morning's dawn,
Guiding me, through the storm's own frown.
In the quiet, I hear my soul,
A melody of hope, a gentle roll.
Through the storm, I see the way,
A path of peace, where I can stay.
In the quiet, I find my way,
Memories heal at one point in time