Poem about depression and mental health stigma Why am I ashamed? I’ve got nothing to hide. Why is it a secret? It’s just a different side. This constant feeling of numbness, is hindering my life, The sharp pains in my chest, cutting like a knife. The questions and frustration, the never ending tears, The sense of being lost, just emphasizing my fears. Staring at the ceiling, the time just passes by, Why oh why won’t my body, respond to anything I try? I admit I’ve got depression, that and anxiety too, But really if you look, I’m still the same as you. Don’t think of me as different, just smile and be kind, I’m still who I was, just trapped inside my mind. Why should mental health, be a whispered conversation? The time has come at last, to discuss it as a nation. Together we’ll break down, the stigma and misconception Together we’ll show pride, for having beaten depression. Written by Nicola
Posted on: Fri, 01 Nov 2013 18:00:19 +0000
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