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Released

9/13/1989 6 pounds 7 ounces

Released

Before, before, before…
That was then, this is now.
 

After, after, after…
From then until now and still.

I’ll always be and remain mentally ill.

Never, never, never…
Could the past be changed.

Forever, forever, forever…
I’ll remain the exact same.

Still with great effort,
I remain mentally ill.

Currently, currently, currently…
I fight daily many temptations.

Future, future, future…
Relapses will inevitably happen.

I must accept who I am, I must accept I’m sick. 

Before, before, before…
I left the hospital,
My mom took me home,
The many step-dads,
My brother and sisters,
The drugs and alcohol,
Christmas in a hotel,
All of the neglect and abuse,
Violence, violence, violence,
Black eyes, broken noses…

I was mentally healthy, pure and innocent.

That was then, this is now.

After, after, after…
From then until now and still.

I’ll always be and remain mentally ill.

 

 

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Marion

The 'mentally ill' Rob are often the most perfect empathetic and honest creatures amongst us...certainly the ones I have known and currently know.....hugs x

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