The dark overwhelming,
The quiet deafening,
The stillness oppressive.
My mind broken by this life and all it brings.
If this is mental illness then how did I get here?
Am I not sane, normal, have I changed so much?
Am I now something 'other'?
No I am me, just me, but a broken me.
Like so many; ill, yes; mad, no.
So pray for me as I do for you,
For tomorrow you could be me ...