Mental Illness Poem

I wrote this poem when I was upset with my dad. He didn't understand that I was trying my best not to have another panic attack and when I did I tried as hard as I could to come out of it. But he didn't understand. He didn't see my point.

Dad......

© Sami Chester
I know you may not think so
But I'm trying really hard
I don't do it on purpose
I did not pick this card

I'm trying my very best
To get this hurtle jumped
But no one else is there
To help me out of this slump

I don't know what you want from me
Give me a hint or clue
Please give me a sign
I don't know what to do

If you only knew
How much I struggle in this war
Maybe you would be there
To pick me up off the floor

Its time to stop pretending
Time to open up your eyes
To give me a hand
Instead of looks and sighs

Its not that I don't love you
And its not that I don't care
The fact is I need help too
I need somebody there

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Published: Jul 2011

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  • I was diagnosed with Manic Depression (now called Bi-Polar Illness) when I was 17 years old after my first of many suicide attempts to come in my life. There is no way to explain the sudden feelings of sadness, loneliness, despair, fear etc. that come over you and sometimes you just feel you can't live like this anymore and attempt to end your life. You have to live with it as a major part of your life to even begin to understand the feelings of I'm worthless, I don't belong here anymore, I'm just making everyone's life miserable for everyone around me and they would be better off if I was gone. I'm 56 now and have fought this illness my whole life even while getting married and having my two great kids. (marriage didn't work for me, it didn't last very long.) I fight harder than ever now for my kids and grandkids and they have come up with new drugs that have helped me. My heart goes out to anyone living with mental illness or depression.

    Ledona Barnett, Calif. Submitted 1/29/2013
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