Deep dark depression
Plus the wisdom of the Greats
Multiplied by numbed emotions
Watching as a soul deteriorates.
She seems happy some days
Very high highs, very low lows
Hours in between
But she shines like the sun's glow.
No concentration in her reality
Trapped, preoccupied by this fallacy
Of labels thrown at her face
So called "mental illness"
She thinks she's a disgrace!
Breathing space
No need to agitate
She lost her ace
Her loud cries muffled by the rain.
All her talents play hide and seek
She can barely comprehend the words you speak.
She has lost all interest in the lands and seas.
Is she dead? Or blind and can't see?
She's on her knees begging please,
"Please, Oh Please, come back to me!"