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Mental Health Poetry

I Am A Man

What use are these tears
What good did they do me?
Did they ever put a stop
To that old school bully
Or breathe fresh life
Into the corpse of my dog
Did those tears overflowing
Ever make the pain stop?

What use are these tears
My body they wracked
What weight did they ease
Piled on my back?
What pain relief
Was gifted to me
When blood brothers sneered
To see me so weak

What use are these tears
Since I am a man
Get up off your knees
And don't give a damn
What use are these tears
When I don't understand
How to take hold
Of friend's helping hands


Mental Health Poetry