A MIND IN DISTRESS
What do you do when you feel like an idiot?
Like you’ve just been “punked”, well not the funny “punked”
Like only one party is laughing
For Christ’s sakes, I can still see that laughing face
Its like I should rip it off or something
God please don’t let me go insane
Please help me to pass through this time
I can’t seem to take the images off my head
I want to…I really do
I try and try but,
Its like no matter how hard I try to rise from this fall,
I fall again
I think I understand now
Why people who go through trauma end up re-living the trauma over and over again
Its like the Post-Traumatic  Stress Syndrome
I don’t want to be sick
Like mentally sick
Distress is a disease, believe me I knowI’m trying
Help me Oh God
Help me Father
I’m even trying to cry thinking it will help
But the tears are not coming forth
I just need someone or something to talk to
But I look around and who do I see?
No one
There’s no one there
I’m hurting inside
I’m praying that this wound won’t turn into a scar
Because that’s going to be bad
For me
For everyone
And here I am wallowing inside this …
I don’t know what to call it
Its hard to believe
Believe me when I say
Everything’s going to be alright
I’ll deal with it like I do with everything else,
Suffer in silence