Rebuilding My Brain

The same it's the same why's it always the same
Annie waits
for the last time.

Wait a minute? My life is always about waiting; waiting to breathe--in, out--once more feel my own mental space; feel my head space.

Together
We are broken
alone
Fractured
mentally ill
sad
Feeling empty
but together
we are greater
more than one
More than one voice
Something stronger
More vital
Joyful, joyous, rejoiced
Only by choice, though
Independence is never a burden
But the possibility in possibly
Helping another an other
It's great
But alone
We are weak
Single minded
Filled with confusion
Abstraction
Subconsciousness
Filled with PTSD, grief, and tears