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I know you think I am crazy,
your knowledge of my illness is hazy.
    No words can make you finally get it,
not until you have experienced that bottomless pit.
    Some handle their sadness in different ways,
other's can't just " snap out " of the grips of the phase.
    We who suffer know tremendous pains,
pains never seen but constantly  remains.
    Look deep in their eyes into their souls,
hopefully you'll never know the blackest of holes.
    I know we all have our faults and vices ,
and each pays our own dues in different prices.
    It's neither's place to pass judgement on another ,
gossip whether whispered or shared looks passed to each other.
    Conveying the disappointment and even shame,
showing brightly upon your faces with proclaim.
  After 15 years, you have definitely been exposed
ignorance can be bliss when your mind's closed .