Truth

Poetry is written in many ways like wine.
Some express thoughts through rhythm and rhyme.
Others express feelings through experiences over time.
All are valuable when you pick from the vine.

The tree of knowledge is mysterious and out of reach,
For those of us who suffer from chemical imbalances,
Living an easy life is not easy to preach.
But is there no hope for those of us with this dis-ease?
In the end there is always hope,
For it is our God we hope to please.

So in our suffering no matter how scary we become,
We'd rather have you come toward us than turn away and run.
And in those times of uncertainty when suicide is mentioned,
Please understand it's a chemical imbalance,
Not something we purposefully intention.

But if it should happen by accident for sure,
Do not blame yourselves, but the disease that has no cure.