Support Mental Illness
We have known each other for 32 years
A marriage, a son, a divorce
A love-hate relationship
That took its course
Corona kicked in
You took the scientific approach
You preached your thoughts
Until you had a sore throat
Aliens, paedophiles, government
Is your belief to rid the human race
Injecting us with chips
So, we can be traced
You believe you are a target
So strongly in your mind
That you would rather leave this life
To search for peace
You think you will find
You ring to me your planning your suicide
Look after our boy
My brain is fried
Murdock the devil and government
Have got me in their sights
My premonitions are so real
I’m too scared to close my eyes
Everything nearly in order
I have accepted my fate
I will go out my way
I will not be anybody’s bait
Is this a cry for help
Ring lifeline
If you’re in doubt
How can you put me through this
How do I tell your son
Your daddy is gone
But his proud of
The boy you become
The emotion repercussions of your decision
Will affect your boys
With sadness they will be ridden
Now I’m left to sit here and ponder
And cry for my son
Wondering how to tell him your life with your daddy
Is done
Not knowing when you will do it
And dreading the phone to ring
How can you put me in this situation
I feel like I am waiting for the end
Of the string
I hope you rethink and change your mind
Get the help you need
And to yourself be kind
Receiving your call, admitting your sick
I know was hard
For you to admit
I beg you, get help to find your way
To wake up and live to see another day.
Copyright © Janelle Barker | Year Posted 2020
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