I walk by myself, alone.
Nobody seems to notice or care.
Emotionally I seem to have not grown.
I have thoughts I cannot share.
Where is the support?
Why can't I make choices?
My mind is a fallen fort.
I hear degrading voices.
Its been so long that my days are dark.
I wonder, will there ever be a light?
Off in the distance I hope what I hear is a Meadowlark.
These are never ending days of fright.
This pain must go.
The pills call my name.
Each day the anxiety grows.
Everyone pill I take, the more I feel shame.
I need more, it's not enough.
I wake...nearly dead, lying on the floor.
The man feeling my heart saying "be tough".
I'm on a stretcher being taken out the door.
My thinking for so long has not been clear.
My mind had been blackened.
The doctor, I now must hear.
I got the attention.
Now I have someone who listens to me.
Why did they not care till now, I question?
They just could never see.
The more I talk, the brighter my days become.
I am happy to be alive.
My heart is now joyful and beats like a drum.
Now I know I will thrive, because I survived.