Hello can you hear me I said I'm not well,
I don't choose to feel like I'm living in hell.
My hands an arms tremble like the earth in a quake,
My mind desperately screams it's time for a wake.
How many days and years can all this go on?
I've done something bad, something very, very wrong.
For why else do I castigate, reprimand and scold,
How can I not believe what my brain is told?
It's hard to believe "you will get through this and pull through"'
When every day is a nightmare and the lead actor is you.
I have issues from my childhood, insecurity is clear,
I deal with my doctors with trepidation and fear.
They step on egg-shells so they won't increase my despair,
But progress is slow; I've been many years in their care.
They are a wondrous team, without them I'd be dead,
I'm not yet in a coffin but I'm still trapped in my head!
