With his hands on his ears, he tries not to hear, as the voices cry out, in his head fear sprouts You can sense his frustration, without knowing the situation You can see he's suffering inside, and it makes me want to cry Teary eyes and a smile on his face, he says that he feels out of place Urges me to want to pull him in try to give him strength within Many years of pain, lived again & again, as we both pray for it to go away knowing it has yet to end So fragile is he, yet as strong as can be you want to love him eternally Sweet, gentle giant innocent as a child with a perfect disposition and a weary smile
I wrote this for all of those who love someone struggling with mental illness, anxiety, PTSD, depression