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Mental Health Poems

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 helping hands

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