Monsters

Cold. 
Scared. 
Sad.
Emotions just eating me mad.

I'm not the person I know. 
I was a river flowing so peacefully
Then is poured.
Poured for several years.

Now, the rain subsided. 
Damage fills my brain. 
The rain now that falls is my own tears
Hoping to fix the smears.

The doctors say there is little to do.
This is my own ride to recovery 
But - 
If people just were different, this wouldn't have been a discovery.

Forgive me, that's all I can say.
Forgive my sadness.
Forgive my shyness.
Just forgive other's effects on I.

I hope you can understand
I'm not the person I know.
I'm like the tears that I cry
Such a messy lie

It is okay though.
Recovery is a long process.
Finding hope and happiness is the first step. 
And I know that I found the doorstep.

I have found someone to look deeper than the first layer of skin.
Deeper to see people just hurt.
It is okay to hurt, but people label it as insane.

Tears are not showing failure.
Your tears are your strength.
You just have been strong for too long
And that is no sorts of wrong. 

Everything will be okay.