In The Mind III

This poem is dedicated to mental health awareness and care

It keeps asking me

Am I good enough?

Am I good for love?

They don’t understand it

I mean others

They don’t understand so they ask

How can you be depressed?

I don’t know too but

I know how I feel

It grips in my chest then constricts in my mind

It keeps me long awake at night

Counting my losses, grasping for the fine threads of my success

How do you understand it?

How do I explain it?

My mind is unwell

So I take the bottle of pill

Cause with the darkness, there are no voices in my head

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