Its true that God has blessed me in many ways
But I still struggle with my mental illness everyday
I try my best not to complain
My pain is a permanent stain
Though the struggle is real
My thoughts are heavy and stronger than steel
Sometimes I have suicidal thoughts
I try to run away from the darkness but eventually I get caught
If I explained my troubles with my family
They might not understand me
I keep my feelings to myself
Honestly I can't really blame no one else
These issues I have to deal with alone
Most of the time I'm at peace when I'm home
I feel trapped in a world that may not accept me
A long time ago I've accepted my reality
I still struggle because I developed several personalities
My mind is very sensitive to this current reality
I love expressing myself through art, music and poetry
When I'm in my own world I am free
