How is your mental? How is it really?

A spoken word about your mental-

How are you? I’m fine.

Hidden under that I’m fine is I’m dying, I’m exhausted, I’m in distress

This life I’m living is not the best, but I lie to hide it and conceal it all

I feel like no one sees or those that see don’t care, I’m spiralling quickly and deep in fear

The days are all indifferent and all shades of grey, impossible to differentiate, I’d never thought my life would be this way

Suicide keeps being presented to me as an option and depression won’t let me sleep or even stop...

But I’m okay, I promise I’m okay.

A lie a minute, coming like my 5 a day

I need to be honest before it’s too late, because I know deep down my soul isn’t worth that fate

It’s worth so much more than I could really imagine even if everything in my life is telling me it’s not

I won’t sit here and rot, or decay or die because I’m made for more even if I don’t know ‘the more’ or ‘the why’

So word to my mental, I’m stronger than this, do you know how much should have killed me that failed or missed?

Even the ones that did stick all that’s left is scars and they’re fading by each day and each second I mark

I’m better and baby I’m stronger now even with days that are dark He’s the hope I’ve found

He saved me, rearranged me and never gave up and loved me and held me through the darkest of months

To those who don’t know Him, now you know, He’s the only reason my life continues to unfold

And I pray for you, for your mental too that it’s marked by His love and forever changed too…