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Here I sit alone


Here I sit alone with my thoughts 

My mind going round and round 

It feels like my body’s bound with these thoughts that really tie me down

I sit and I watch as life goes by and look at my own with a frown

I know it’s a mental illness 

I know it’s not my fault 

But it doesn’t stop the feeling that I let every one down

 

Here I sit alone with my thoughts 

My mind going round and round

A single tear rolls down my face I hate being in this scary place. 

I’ve have to hold it together but it’s too much to bear 

I don’t know what’s happening all I feel is fear 

The next thing I know I’m on the floor crying

I’ve got to keep on I’ve got to keep going

 

Here I sit alone with my thoughts 

My mind going round and round

The voice in my head tells me it’s time to go  

So swallow those pills no one is to know

I don’t want to leave but I feel so alone 

What about my family what will they do

The voice says They don’t care your all alone. 

I must be strong and fight this voice 

If not I will end up making the saddest choice. 

Those I would leave are the ones that will suffer. 

Its not my time I must be stronger. 

 

Here I sit with a clearer head

My mind going round and round

Looking back at the darkest times that over took my mind. 

My family are here I’m not alone

I can go on and continue to grow 

I’m a good person inside that I know 

I just need to believe in myself and that will show

It’s not my time I don’t need to go. 

 

 

Copyright Paul Gibbs 010918

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