Survive

Pieces of broken finger nails are strewn about the floor

Blood spots covering the wall do i have to tell you more

The pounding of a thousand lunatics screaming in my
Mind.

The darkness of insanity you can easily find.

Searching for some direction to find the way out

So to make someone listen we have to scream and shout

The pain is not visible it is all held within

So we must keep on fighting if we really want to WIN
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Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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November 3, 2023 at 1:24 PM
This is to draw attention to the invisible Pain people suffer and the way they find it almost impossible to open up and seek help The frustration and why they feel they have to scream and shout. And how much they need to struggle to Live day to day.
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