My Mind Poem by Tanner Geldart

This mind of mine is not kind
Because I can only hit re-wind to the bad times
Everyday I wish this reality was just a messed up dream
Cuz I could shape it, control it, I could even mould it
It would be heaven to me
The joy wouldn't have ended at eleven you see
When my grandfather left me
I wouldn't have sat and cried wished I'd died
Wondered why every god damn day then begin to pray
And when I'd prayed I'd always say
'Take my life! ! Give me courage to weild my knife! !
And take the first slice.
Don't let me feel the pain in the afterlife!
Never let my loved ones wonder why don't let them be afraid to cry
Tell them to let it out it's ok to shout
This mind of mine is not kind
I can never re-wind to remember the good times