Mental Health (Updated)

At present time, there is no cure, nor fix for our condition. An independent, ailing mind invoking frightening vision. robbing us of needed sleep, affecting hearts attrition, while an avalanche of mix-matched thoughts buries intuition.

In a struggle to hang on, while readying to die within each breath, we grow weak, become as fragile child. we hurt, we cry, stomp our feet then snort into a high and for a few surreal secs, you dont have to try.

Yet all it takes is one small glimpse into a broken mirror to see the lost soul trapped within and shed a grieving tear. For we will never see your eyes not filled with fear and our ill brain is all we have and all we ever hear.

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