She’s mixing vodka with echo falls
She’s taking Prozac and climbing the walls
She wants to silence the voice in her head
Determined that she won’t act out what he said
But life’s getting hard without any support
And all of her thoughts they begin to distort
The voices get angry when she won’t comply
And she longs to once more be that radient butterfly
As a child the colours were always so bright
But then in her teens it became so contrite
She cries an ocean but no one builds  a bridge 
There is no path to ahigher ridge
And she’s writing songs that she won’t ever sing
Seeking a peace that they can never bring
They gave her a label said it’s schizophrenia 
Then people shunned her because of the media
Don’t treat  mental illness as though it’s contagious
Don’t think that the sufferers are always rampageous 
The ‘mentally ill’ are just like all the others
It could be your sister, parents or brothers.
A little understanding would go a long way
And this is a thing that we all must convey
Because mental illnesses is misunderstood 
So let’s end this discrimination for good.

◄ There is a hole in the ground

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Big Sal

Mon 20th Aug 2018 18:23

Good title to a great piece.?

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Andrew Mark Bedell

Wed 20th Jun 2018 09:29

Thank you so much. X

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Darren J Beaney

Tue 19th Jun 2018 07:24


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Ebonie Camp

Tue 19th Jun 2018 00:52

This poem is great?

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