I finished writing this poem with a thumping migraine this morning at 3am. Let me know what you think.
Have you ever wondered why,
Your family and friends can be shy,
When you mention mental health,
Instead they want to talk about wealth.
You just want them to show they care,
And that you have someone with whom to share,
Your story you could tell,
And maybe even start to get well.
If someone would walk the journey with you,
Maybe you wouldn't feel so down and blue.
If just one day in your shoes they did walk,
And listened to you instead of talk,
Maybe they could slightly understand,
Your struggles that are at hand,
For a story that is shared with one who cares for you,
Could really help your heart feel anew.
If only I could put my hand up and get help,
Instead of like a little puppy when hurting give a yelp,
Would it be weak to seek professional care,
And would a family member or friend take me there?
If only you knew,
All that i have been through,
then maybe you would understand,
That i could really use a hand.
Thank you for reading this,
Hopefully you won't just dismiss,
But hearing my cry,
You will now understand why.
You may feel all alone,
And not want to answer your phone,
You may live in fear and shed a tear,
but all I want is for you to be here.
Can I sleep it all away,
Or keep those bad thoughts at bay,
Knowing that i have a destiny,
Planned out for me.
My story to tell,
To help others get well,
Encouraging others to reach out,
To get help and know what living is all about.
