"My Mental Health" My Second Mental Health Poem

TRIGGER WARNING! - The following poem contains references of Suicide, Death, Self-Harming and Negative Self Image

And on that bombshell, I quit,

My heart is tired, my wrists are slit,

I wish I would've just fit,

Instead of looking a tit,

I can't believe that I died,

I bet you that nobody cried,

I bet you they all just sighed,

Cared for me? They lied, 

Another one dead they said,

With nothing in their eyes,

They didn't even look too hurt,

They didn't even look suprised,

I looked them up and down, 

From above. My face afrown, 

Dressed in no nightgown, 

In the cold, I lie and drown, 

Within my own self-pity, 

I forgot about the city, 

Of which I thought so pretty, 

The vibrance of the lights, 

It made me feel alright, 

But the air became so tight, 

I couldn't breathe nor see the light, 

Everything went dark, 

Everything went silent, 

I can't see you, 

I can't hear you, 

I woke up from my slumber, 

My knife lay there down under, 

My bed in the red basket, 

Oh how I wished I could snatch it, 

I could bare the pain, 

Twas all a mental strain, 

I didn't cut my vein, 

This was all hurting my brain,

A tear rolled from my eyes, 

I feared I must've cried, 

I thought this could be lies, 

But low and behold I was alive, 

It seemed to good to be true, 

But that's when I just knew, 

That my heart had pulled me through, 

And my health climbed and grew, 

I arose from my bed, 

Nausea in my head, 

Didn't know what I'd said, 

But it seemed to conjure dread, 

I lived my life for years, 

No struggle. Not even a murmur, 

Twas until I was in Secondary School, 

Twas then my world grew colder, 

I went back into that mental battle, 

We were students like farmers cattle, 

Thats when I toppled again, 

Spiralling down to dreadful sin, 

I wouldn't see that light again, 

Till the year of the Covid, when it begin, 

2020 saw a year of growth, 

It came so quick like a mine of gold, 

As I isolated from my problems, 

And came from it a whole new person, 

I began to socialise again, 

And my family were in support, 

It would only take one year before they would know, 

What I'd been through all these years, 

Year 5 to 10 to 11. No more, 

I became a new in 2020,

But my journey starts at double bogey, 

2022 I became a man, 

I stopped traversing through the quick sand, 

I came out of it and became stronger, 

Oh my past would hurt me no longer, 

Later on came a new mindset, 

A new chance at life if you will, 

I focused towards my improvement, 

I became better and it was a thrill, 

My scars remain unopened, 

In my mind they lay to rest, 

No physical marks exist, 

Although I was depressed, 

I feel now much better, 

And I'm done fine, 

But the year 2023,

All the years from now are mine.