The repetitive words of a sad mind

We get Tired of our minds, a mind that is burnt out, like an engine that's done too many miles

We tend to repeat this a lot, we say it over and over some times daily, sadly we tend to say it too much

a habit forms from the cluster of different ways of putting "I'm tired,

some fall and sadly lose to a manic world of illness.

This is because there isn't enough help out there for people like me or millions of other silent sufferers

Please make a difference, if you see some one in the street having a panic attack?, help them

if you see someone who has lost there way?, help them home.

ways of understanding one with mental illness is to research.

we get lost quite a lot, behind closed doors, unseen because we fear going out.

the fear of us not fitting in is at the front of our minds

unsettling thoughts that are stronger than a tree

if you see me or any other being, ask us if we are OK

it maybe a silent answer by giving a look

but we are there with the pain we carry

we search for answers we search for relief, but sometimes we miss the point as we are lost;

lost inside, trapped by bars

a mental prison is our home

just like a house is yours