Stigma
Sick in the pit of my stomach with uncertainty
For what purpose is my life to be?
With madness, sadness and fear inside me.
Engulfed with feelings but I do not speak --
For I fear the stigma these feelings will bring,
I fear for my pride, I am too weak.

Too whom do I seek for comfort and healing?
A shoulder to lean on - a friend who loves at all times.
A counselor of hopes and love for my well-being.
Someone to hear me when I need to be heard,
To pick me up when I have fallen down.
A rescuer from loss of hope and despair,
…Can’t seem to be found.


(I wrote this when I was majorly depressed, I am over it now)