Mental sickness,
Grips me so tight.
I wonder if,
I'll be alright.
I try and fight it,
But it has this great power.
All the evilness,
I just want to devour.
Swallow it up,
Gulp it down whole.
Get rid of it now,
Cause it's out of control.
I work to be free,
I work to get sane.
But this mental sickness,
Is so hard to contain.
It has a mind of its own,
And it pushes me aside.
I am forced to go through,
With this torturous insane ride.
When will it be done,
When will peace arise?
Tears dripping down,
As she cries.
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i know this all too well. i try and fight it too, but it never works out that way. havent even found a med that works....just something i guess we have to learn to deal with. thanks for reading my poems and i do remember talking with you and yes, i do use it as a coping skill. sometimes without it, i think things would be a lot worse.
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