my mind was a tool for attention, so they said
depression grew inside of me and there was no way of overcoming
it was those endless nights I stayed up trying to explain to myself why I was never good enough to meet unreachable standards
crying to myself wondering why the love wasn't equal and my outcome was to suffer
maybe it was because I seen life differently and I spoke freely when undesired situations arose
my mind was a tool for attention, so they said
but feeling like i was poisoned to exist with people who didn't understand ME
misunderstood with no guidance expressing the need to be in a better place—situation
i grew hate towards myself and lost faith along the way
a prayer was not a savior to what i had become
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Mental
Poetry"Mental health includes our emotional, psychological, and social well-being. It affects how we think, feel, and act. It also helps determine how we handle stress, relate to others, and make choices. Mental health is important at every stage of life...
