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The pain of living with a mental illness and how it made me feel when was out of control |
| What Pain? I have run the gauntlet Every addiction, every emotion, Every fear and every trust Has pounded me to my knees. I made it through the line With still a few breaths to expend. Although badly beaten My wounds dripping blood. I lick my wounds and Prepare for the next More difficult test of strength Yet how do I tie all These random thoughts Into one flowing idea! How can I live without blood? How can I survive without the fire? No more pills to take it away Get out of my head Do not ask me to change The color of my personality Simply because you Desire a lighter shade. Dianne Lowe Breakfield |