By Bernard Demaere | Featured Contributor
Everyone must still wonder
How it all happens
Mental illness, by and by
Slowly
Unexpectedly
It creeps in on you
It is a process
Of an unloved story.
It feels weird
No one can help you
Because they don’t really know
You are the expert
If you know yourself
It is like drowning
Eternally
Losing your breath
To regain it just in time.
One minute or an hour
You are you and happy
The other
You are sad and irrational
But it is imprisoned in your thoughts
Nobody would recognize you
Or think you are the same person.
Eyebrows would be raised
In amazement
If they only knew
What is troubling you
What is troubling me?
Mental illness makes people wonder.
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Well written xo
Its great phoebe.. it really touched. I recently witnessed my sister-in-law struggle with mental issues. I could really understand her as I myself was in this sort of condition once. As I have just recently began this journey in blogging looking forward to learn more n more from such beautiful posts.
Great Poem! True Definition Of Mental Illness. It’s Hard To Deal With Something Only You Can Felt But Can’t Describe To Another Yet You Know You Need Help.