Somewhere along the way

It's a thin line betweeen Love and Hate
and somewhere along the way those lines became blurred.

Somewhere we lost touch with our own reality.

Our Dreams suddenly became nightmares that torment us.

What once was positive becomes negative due to the fact that those

lines have now become blurred.

Our Vision becomes Foggy and Faint;

our thoughts soon follow like distant memories of the past.

We become slaves enchained in a mental prison that seems almost

impossible to break free from.

Hope and Faith seem all but lost, Friends and Family seem all but

gone. Pain and suffering has taken the place of happiness and joy.

Somewhere along those Blurred lines, we forgot to Love ourselves, we

forgot all the Beautiful things we can do, and we forgot how

BEAUTIFUL WE STILL ARE!!!

Somewhere along the way we forgot.......


With permision.  By LMP      April 2014   San Juan

mental illness poem by a recovering person

I know you may no think so
But I'm trying really hard
I don't do it on purpose
I did not pick this card.


I'm trying my very best
To get this hurdle jumped
But no one els is there
To help me out of this slump.

I don't know what you want from me
Give me a hint or clue
Please give me a sign
I don't know what to do.

If you only knew
How much I struggle in this war
Maybe you would be there
To pick me off the floor.

It's time to stop pretending
Time to open up your eyes
To give me a hand
Instead of looks and sighs

It's not that I don't love you
And it's not that I don't care
The fact is I need help too
I need somebody there.

With permission from AP   2014 San Juan