The Imagination Of My Soul
I Tried To Tell
I tried to tell, I was sick but not physically. The pricks, the cuts, the cotton balls soaking blood wasn't painful, Painful was the thing in my mind. I was sick there, I wanted to be rescued, and they did try to rescue me But they dint diagnose me right. It wasn't the physical pain which was killing me, it was the mind, the soul, the heart, I wanted to be healed, I still want to But no one prioritized the mental health, not even so called doctors- My heart palpated like its in a race My breath wanted to stop at once My eyes were blur My legs were trembling My brain felt like there is some insect roaming around in it My legs had no strength My spinal cord felt broken Yes, I was terribly sick but not physically. I wanted to be healed, I tried to tell.
