A Call For Help. Mental Health
All alone with no one to really care. Am I just a silly girl
By Marie381Uk Published 11 months ago • 1 min read
By George’s Girl 2025
Help Me? Mental Health
Can no one hear my cry for help?
Where are my friends, my family —
when I need you most?
My mind is a storm,
my heart a heavy stone.
You said, “See the doctor,”
so I did —
but his pills sit me still,
dizzy and dull,
tired in my chair.
This isn’t me.
I was once a spark,
energetic, carefree —
until the day my health died.
I was me —
happy old me.
Now I am a mess,
and no one will help.
Hello Can you hear me? Can anyone one?
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (5)
The soul is in agony, calling out for help, but the mind blocks this out because it doesn't want to experience the pain. It's aware that others are also suffering.
I had patients that felt like this, and we followed doctors' orders and tried to get them interested in other things beside themselves. Good job in sharing.
Thank you for reading mark 🙏🍀🍀🍀
resonates with me
Today is very cold. The dog is barking. Is it beging? I need my pills.