The panic fills my mind, the only escape I found in a drug.
I didn't mean for this to happen, caught up in the high life and there's no coming down.
My mama warned me about this, started calling me a thug.
So caught up in the depression, all I do is frown.
No turning back now, I need the fucking plug.
Only one solution, give up and allow myself to drown.
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Mental Health Poems
PoetryThis is a collection of poems by authors that wrote about mental health, mental health, and any suggestions made by you guys.
