Battle with mental illness
What happens when I lose this battle with mental illness? Their words that are full of shrillness Pierce my earlobes and disrupt my mind's stillness Maybe I wasn't cut out for this world's business Does it get better? Will you stay by my side when all goes to shit? Will THEY judge me because of it? Their probing eyes over my mind every little bit Or will you join them, making me lose my wit? I can take comfort, in the most subtle way, That when I fall down the abyss, on that fateful day I will have him by side dearly, everything pretty eventually decays My mind is no exemption I should say We are all locked in a prison that is our very minds What a powerful prison it is that binds In the face of all my finds, I know HE is watching without any blinds, Waiting to be let out to cast his spellbinds! Our minds are our own prisons



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