Mental Health
For Some folk Mental Health is a word
For some its a way of life
Depression. Mania, PTSD
OCD, self harm with a knife
People you actually know
Are hiding conditions you can't see
Suffering with this alone
Can be unending misery
Maybe they have lost a friend
In a battle field far away
Looked into his eyes
Seen the light disappear that day
Maybe anxiety is eating them up
Taking hold of their poor mind
Giving them no rewards in life
Leaving the good stuff way behind
A wife is left beaten and bruised
Panic attacks taken a hold
She has to raise the children alone
Live off the state and live in the cold
That friend you don't phone,
could be in need
And if your too busy to call
They might not be freed
People die everyday and the ones that are left behind
Are not so easily fixed as some have more sensitive minds
Some wives walk out the door
Leaving a family to cope
Running so far away
They can't see any hope
Mental Health is only a mystery
If you truly cannot see
As everyone here is only Human
So lets reach out and finally be
A nation that can care
With awareness as its key
Of all the suffering people
To move on for us all to be free
Everyone wants to run with the horses
To run wild to Just Be
To let the wind rush through your hair
Not to suffer Mentally
Copyright © Gail Lewis | Year Posted 2017
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