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Poem for World Mental Health Awareness Week

My life has been short, only nine years and forty

I guess I had fun, but often was naughty

It might all come down to the way I was bred

Nurtured, protected, so easily led

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Never took chances to go it alone

Walked out on my parents to run my own home

Missed out on college, pursued my career

Had children and married, at which some will sneer

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Oft I have wished that some things I could change

Could have met others, my life rearranged

Things could have been different if only I had tried

Not to rush into things, listened to all sides

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Only now I am bearing the many regrets

Shouldering my worries, hanging onto regrets

But he wont reassure me, of the future so fearful

If I knew he was gone, I would no longer be tearful

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But now, as I see it, my life is so grim

Depression and sadness, so quickly creep in

I feel, now, that life is not worth waiting for

I cant bear the thought that he’ll return to my door

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This worry is tearing its way through my heart

I sit here right now, and I wish to depart

This world and the sadness I long for a cure

But to meet with my maker holds such an allure

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But how do I do this, to bear me no shame

Its not so courageous, may darken my name

My children will miss me, perhaps a few more

But one day they will know of the pain my heart bore

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I cannot go on, darkened nights, sullen days

Pretend to be happy when I am just in a daze

I bid you goodbye now, I must say adieu

But remember, those near me, I will always love you.

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