Mental Illness


Stained voices infect upon many choices.

Silent thoughts creep around the curves

Clinging onto the smallest of nerves

What was thought to be deserved

Gleaming bubbles tried to be preserved.

Cluelessly wondering of the gain

Brought on by the pain

Curing attempts in vain

Ends up driving me insane.

Sad for the things that made me mad

Glad for the good I had

Grateful for a mom and dad

Growing and learning from the bad.

Lost in the casual sway of drowning thoughts

Fishing through the mind of frost

There is a line that has been crossed

And everything comes with a cost.

Calculating is constantly frustrating

Suffocating is NOT captivating

Hating the lies they are stating

Rating truthfulness is irritating

Waiting is extremely debilitating.

WHEN WILL PEOPLE COME TO TERMS

WITH THE FADED REALITY OF DAMAGED MENTALITY?

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