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