This poem was originally written ten years ago, I was 22 and fed up with people constantly calling me crazy, both online and off so I wrote this as a result, The original has been lost (Through many moves) and I wrote it here from memory, the original was much longer but it's been years.... so my mind, is not what it used to be. Here is the result of what I do remember, I hope you enjoy and btw the last line...the very last line,, I still feel that way.

Do you know how it feels to walk into a room

and have the people you care about tell you there's nothing wrong with you

Do you know what it's like to just sit and cry

and not have a clue as to the reason why

Do you know what it's like to go into a rage, slice up your arms

and not remember a thing the next day

Do you know how it feels to have to hide your arms,

because you don't want to explain about your physical scars

Do you know what it's like to have CPS called,

because some nosy nurse said you throw knifes at your son

Do you know how it feels to have to depend on pills

to make you feel whole, even though in the back of your mind,

you hold on to the fear that you'll overdose and die

Do you know how it feels to lock yourself in a room

and not want to talk to the people who care about you

Do you know what it's like to hear voices in your head

telling you, you're worthless and you're better off dead

Do you know how it feels to start believing those lies,

because that is what you heard your entire life

Do you know what it's like to not be able to talk to someone, who is paid to help you out. You keep your pain inside, tell them everything is fine, then go home to cry and befriend the knife.

If you don't know what it's like, then don't judge me, cause you just like F***kin lucky.

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