Paragraph 4, Poem = I Hate That I Suffer From Mental Illness
October 20th 2008 21:01
I must say, when I hear of another person who has this same affliction,
it truly breaks my heart. It is, in all honesty, life altering.Nothing, prepares
a person for the darkness, sadness, or the emotional roller coaster ride,
it takes you on.I have heard that it runs in families. Which must be true
because, I have two sisters and one brother, out of eight in total, who have
depression, or bipolar.I was the first, for me, it began at the age of twenty-two.
For the rest, they were maybe, a couple years older.I try to help them as much as
possible, because, I know exactly what they are going through. I will talk to them
anytime, and I hope, it helps, in some way. My youngest brother is in a mental hospital,
as, I, am writing this. He attempted to take the easy way out. Thank god, he didn't succeed.
I spoke to him yesterday, he was crying. I wanted to hug him, but I couldn't even see him.
I told him that it would get better, to give it time. But, I couldn't say when, and it is never
soon enough!
This poem, is how I honestly feel about my illness.
I Hate That I Suffer From Mental Illness
I despise
that
I, exist!
A mere
puzzle,
of mentality.
Condemned
to breathe,
eternity.
Absent, of
reality.
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