My memory is gone, everything forgotten.
I try to remember it’s like my brains gone rotten.
I can’t shake this feeling, is it a power, does it come from war.
I’ve learnt from my thoughts, my life it means so much more.
Someone just give me the answers.
Lord listen to my prayer.
All this writing gets me tired,
I keep going though, remember I am rare.
My emotions get the best and worst of me.
It makes the good and the bad so easy to see.
Moving forward is hard, I see that now.
Part of being different, always knowing how.
Yours truly written by the queen herself,