wordsofhonestunwisdom

SUFFERING internally, 
for possible eternity. 

STRUGGLING with constant thoughts, 
fearing an inevitable loss. 

FINDING a way through the maze, 
much of my life spent in a haze. 

LOOKING for a place to leap, 
no rest for the sad and weak. 

CRAWLING my long way out, 
too many real feelings of doubt. 

BEING dragged into the darkest hole, 
now there is nothing, nothing but my soul. 

I wrote this poem after watching a documentary about a boy named Evan Perry who suffered with bipolar disorder and took his life at age 15 because he couldn’t get free of the madness. RIP Evan.