MENTAL ILLNESS:

It´s in the tear, upon the cheek as it glistens,

It´s in the questioning, of why nobody listens,

It´s in those places, now so shadowed in grey,

It´s in the playground, where one used to play,

It´s in the fatigue, the tired & the so very weary,

It´s in all that is dull, boring, sad & so very dreary,

It´s in the places so dark, dim & in negative gloom,

It´s in the feeling of being lost, in impending doom,

It´s in the blue lacking of desire, for food, sex & life,

It´s in the useless worrying, the fretting & the strife,

It´s in the panic, the nightmares & awful bad dreams,

It´s in the invisible & within those silent quiet screams,

It´s in all mental illness, it´s real, & believe me it´s there,

It´s when we really need someone, close by us, to care.