Keep the door unlocked:

When you're in pain

You're alone.

Sometimes you can hear people knocking, but they can't get in.

The door is locked

The windows sealed, the walls made of steel.

It's just you, alone inside the pain.

Sometimes you fight back, you make a move to unlock the door.

You feel like a warrior, your strength endured the pain.

Other times you're weakened by the pain,

A puddle of nothingness, on the cold hard floor, of your mind.

Living in a world of sorrow, being labeled mentally ill, this is ground zero.

This is where the battle begins, your esoteric heart and inscrutable mind will forever suffer in this shallow, cruel world.

It's a smoke screen, a label used to attack.

You my dear, are not mentally ill, you are an extraordinary soul, living in a mentally ill society.

Please try to keep the door unlocked, there are others just like you;

They will whisper to your heart.

Listen for them, when you tune in, they are louder than the noise.