The Darkest of Days

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. What happened? 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.