With his hands on his
ears,
he tries not to
hear,
as the voices cry
out,
in his head fear
sprouts
You can sense his
frustration,
without knowing the
situation
You can see he's suffering
inside,
and it makes me want to
cry
Teary eyes and a smile on his
face,
he says that he feels out of place
Urges me to want to pull him in
try to give him strength
within
Many years of pain, lived again &
again,
as we both pray for it to go
away
knowing it has yet to
end
So fragile is he, yet as strong as can
be
you want to love him eternally
Sweet, gentle giant innocent as a
child
with a perfect disposition and a weary smile
I wrote this for all of those who love someone struggling with mental illness, anxiety, PTSD, depression
