I wish that I could turn a key br and open wide the mind br that hides behind br the eyes that frown br so bright, so brown. br br I wish that I could find br the door into the mind br that hides behind the words br that say ‘My mind is fine - br It’s just my bloody hand’. br br I know how hard you try br to plug the holes that gape br and fight the fear that lurks br when moonlight bathes br the room in silver light. br br Perhaps in time you’ll grow br to understand, and learn br to love the you that is, br instead of mourning for br the one that used to be.