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Mental Illness

Life has no real meaning Dark shadows remain above, No friends and true happiness Don't know how to even love. Need to feel secure and save The world becomes a scary place, Nobody cares or understands you Slowley all but yourself time will erase. People tell you its in your head Often saying its just a game, You get more confused and distant Always feeling nothing but shame. You reach out for help Know something is wrong, Nobody is there or listening Its hard to remain strong. Losing everything each day Friendships bean to go, Your sorry for your actions If only remorse you can show. Deep inside your screaming This isnt a life you chose, Its called life with depression With many people they lose. Its hard to admit you have it Treatable for some but no cure, We dont mean to cause problems Please, we dont mean to for sure. To be normal like others Would be our dream come true, We just want to be accepted Have a friend who will understand to.

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Date: 3/1/2010 9:18:00 AM
this poem really means alot to me as it is very helpful to know that more people are dealing with these things and also to feel not crazy! i love this poem and am sure that it could help alot of people in this situation feel more accepted! i thank you very much for this piece. Jo
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Date: 3/1/2010 9:15:00 AM
yes you truely dipicted my feelings in this poem. i have anxiety agoraphobia depression and i didnt used to be this way i was once a normal out going girl, then i started getting depression and the way people reacted to me reaching out for help is what got me so anxious and agoraphobic, and just like you put it people say it's all in your head and after so many years you feel almost this fear, fear of being around people, fear to even leave your bed or answere a door or phone. it's hard.
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