When Will I Be Free?

When Will I Be Free?

A Poem by Manda

I am so angry
And want to scream

I am so alone 
And it is depressing

I am stuck
In a very dark place

It is so hard
To keep the pain out

I want to cry
And roar with rage

I know if I do
That Ill hurt myself

I've been taught to control
And cope with my emotions 

But here I am
Taking antidepressants

Every month
I have to talk to my counselor 

When will this end
And when will I be free

© 2013 Manda


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You open your heart, mind and soul...invited your readers to know you better...pure magic


Posted 10 Years Ago


I don't know. Years ago I was losing my mind. Old Army Doctors. Gave me drugs. They made me worst. I started exercising and found something I enjoyed. We must repair ourselves. Sometime we must stop. Re-set our life. Write down your goals and change the path you are on. The poem open the doors to a long conversation. We must decide we are fine. No perfect people. Just people doing the best they can. A excellent poem. Made me think this early morning.
Coyote

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Hello! My names Manda. I am 24 years of age and have an Associate of Arts degree. I am a former National Honors Society member and am hoping to continue my education by starting my Bachelors degree in.. more..

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