Mental Illness

14 Aug

I don’t get to choose
It can be light or night
Another form of abuse
Always an internal fight
Feels like bolts are loose
Loss of appetite
Burning bridges too
People they want to smite
12+ hours I snooze
With only hope in sight
Minding my P’s and Q’s
The sun don’t shine so bright
I don’t get to choose
Everyday’s a battle that I fight.

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