A poem from the perspective of depression and anxiety. (Use this to help your loved ones who suffer from mental illness.)
No one knows the pain I feel,
how often I lie in bed and cry.
I try so hard to do what’s right,
But In the end I just want to die!
I’ve worked to give my children
The things I never had.
Tenderness, love, leadership, and truth,
But it just seems to make them mad.
I reach out to those I love
Desperately searching for relief!
Unfortunately the words they say
Rob my remaining faith like a thief.
No one knows the agony I’m in,
How sick to my stomach I feel!
Or how much my body aches.
I desperately want to heal!
I see the happiness in other’s eyes.
I sincerely want that happiness too!
But my search for it is all in vain!
In the end, all I feel is Blue.
I put so much effort in everything I do
especially my children and my wife.
But no matter how much I do
The pain and misery is extremely rife.
No one knows the torment I feel
How life seems to lack all meaning.
I share my feelings in hopes I can heal.
When they laugh, it’s so demeaning!
I’m awake all through the night.
I do not want to face the day!
For fear I can never do it right.
I think it’s best if I just run away.
I give others my heart and soul
And wonder why they hurt me deep.
Will I ever feel good enough?
Will I ever be to them more than cheap?
Will I ever be seen the way I dream?
A man to be respected and admired.
Or will I continue to be the one
That lives my entire life sick and tired?
(G. Dean Wessendorf)