In Silence

Mental Health…”is not a joke,” When I try to hide, it is just provoked. There is nowhere to run, and I cannot hide; From these dark feelings… thoughts, I have deep inside. When I talk about the way, I feel, Some run away; Others say… ah, “it’s no big deal.” The dark feelings-thoughts, Grow worse within; You turned your head, “what a shameful sin!” The world seems smaller, I cry a lot, My heart breaking… my body shaking; Could it be just me? I pray not. Once happy in life, now my strength slips away; I find myself praying, for death every day. Do I search the “net? Should I pick up the phone? I am so tired, of feeling alone. Each day that passes, the more clearly I see; There are only two choices, the darkness or me? I pick up the phone, this one last time; I ask, “Please dear God,” just give me a sign. My answer comes on this very day, I am not alone; there are many this way. It does not matter the colour of your skin, There are millions that suffer; from mental illness within. Around the world, and every day, Mental illness; comes out to play. There is no vaccination, No one’s immune; If you suffer in silence, “Please,” get some help soon! By: Patricia D. Doyle