Each day she wakes up
Each day she regrets the coming day with a sip from her tea cup
Each day she says she will do better
Each day it becomes later and later
The hour passes by unmoved
She has nothing to be proved
Her pain rains down on her
And she withers and withers
She wants to cry yell and curse
Nothing she holds she feels is hers
She lies down again after an hour
Cuddling with her pillow is her power
She says thing she can’t deliver
Her words hurts like arrows from her quiver
Mental health is not just her issues
Everyone should wear her shoes
But judging is all we all do
Can’t even keep straight face in front of you
She is always all alone and lonely
Someone can understand her, if only
She will never ever have ended her life
She would have persevered would have stirved
They might start healing
Life 