If i could, i would, Disassemble your malfunctioning thought processes And rewire them back together again, With a spanner, in the manner, That meant you were not Classed as insane. I'd unfold and rearrange, The chemical imbalances Within your brain So that the years of disdain, And self blame, Where a thing of the past, I'd put you back together, In a way, that showed you, You were meant to last.
And excerpt of one of my poems, for all those who are suffering or who know someone that is suffering. There is always hope.