mental illness (poem)by Tim Kavi
i wish it were
journeys across space
and time; but it
isn't. I'd be happy
to find my mind.
oh, you've lost it,
some say? Lost
it? Did i ever
ever, have it?
Some say, oh
you'll be ok. Easy
for you to say.
You could have
given me a chance.
But you didn't.
The abuse, the
disregard, saw to
that. i wish it
were. That things
were different.
Maybe they could
be. Maybe they will.
It starts with
acceptance, or with
change. will you
accept it? Things
as they are.
Maybe that's a
thought. I wish
it were. I hope
you find it
they say.
Will you help
me? I wish
it were.
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