Mental Torment

another look at a mind tortured by life with a mental illness REVISED -original, 2005

My soul is crying, my heart is heavy
my mind is screaming, pleading for help.
Won’t anyone listen?
Or am I being ignored?
Are all my cries silent?

Emotions and feelings are all I have
they are all any of us have.
How can I not act upon them?
I am not cold or heartless.
How can they tell me now
that all my life has been wrong?
How can they call me crazy?

I am not. Or am I?
Do not treat me as a criminal.
I don't want all your drugs
and I don't need to be locked up!
I crave my sweet abyss,
yet, I know it isn't my time.
But still, I'm stranded here,
knowing my time will come too soon.