Sadness, loneliness, lost in despair,
Wanting help, an escape, when life isn't fair.
Feeling lost, powerless, weak and sick,
Many stressful things can make it tick.
Writing, drawing, ways to help cope,
The only thing you feel is wishing for hope.
Lobotomy to medications, many more cures,
Teens, patients, it all comes to a blur.
The feeling of being torn in two,
With mental disorders, trying to make it through.
Daily life is a struggle, looking for a purpose, a conclusion,
Needing that specific help when in confusion.
It's all emotion,
Happiness, smiles, laughter, all in motion.
When in reality is all just a mask,
Making sure noone knows is just the perfect task.
Being human is all it takes,
But sometimes, in fatality, it becomes too late.
When you realize the red flags of the sad,
Please be at reach, at help, dont make it turn bad.