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This Disease


Ever wonder what it's like to feel totally out of control? One minute happy, the next depressed, who knows where you end up next? Maybe in the ER and even admitted inpatient too Why do we see this happen all to often to me and you? Medications and therapy too, slowly become routine We find a new normal and get on with our lives But things will NEVER be the same If it wasn't for my writing, I couldn't keep on fighting This disease is cruel and senseless Blind to age,creed,and color It affects us all and leaves us clinging to each other We must join together and make our voices heard From city to city, across every nation That research must be done, and a cure must be found So that someday all of us can say We USED to have a MENTAL ILLNESS!
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