Bi-Polar, Schizo Effective Disorder
He was locked inside his own mind
searching for the key to freedom
that he'd never find.
Daily struggles led to addictions.
He fought the devil while he prayed to God
"tell me what's real and what is fiction."
Loneliness ate at him every day.
He wondered what he'd done
to chase them all away.
He was afraid to close his eyes
so he dare not go to sleep,
else the devil heard his cries.
His Mama told him about a savior
who could take his pain away,
so he put his faith in God
and he accepted Christ that day.
At the bottom of the bottle, he finally found rest.
Now all his Mama can do is pray,
that God had mercy when he took his final breath...
Dedicated to my son, with love, Mama
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