It's 3 o'clock in the morning and another sleepless night
Thoughts of insecurity and the demons start to fight
The clock keeps ticking but the time remains so still
Alone in the darken room and I no longer have the will
A bright beam of sunlight comes searching through the room
Unable to face the day as the smallest demons still loom
Each step met with a lethargic pause and a helpless small tear
Since when did I hate myself and live in a world I fear
Not knowing who I am and where to find a helping hand
People don't see the hurt; they will never understand
An unknown truth still hides behind the weak misguided smile
For years I've known this torture; for years I've been in denial
Each day gets harder and harder to operate my usual self
Occupying body and mind is difficult when fighting mental health
The proverbial four walls close in and the space quickly disappears
My mind begins to race as the demons go through their gears
A message from a friend came arrowing out of the blue
It broke my silence when they simply asked, 'Mate, how are you?"
The flood gates burst open and a call shortly ensued
I couldn't believe the support; I was overwhelmingly moved
My door is always open but I will never understand
But I will listen to your thoughts and I'll even hold your hand
In these times of difficulty, I'm only a phone call away
It is important we all believe and say that it's ok not to be ok.
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