Seen and loved

Good days I believe that I can recover from all of this pain 

Bad days internal rage is like fire burning my insides 

 

I want to be seen and loved

Yet struggle deeply to connect, the fear encompasses me, a scared child

 

Like a summers day sun shining bright

The dark clouds and thunder hit me hard 

 

Laugh like an audience at a comedy show

Cry alone in the dark, ring Samaritans to live 

 

A good day is wanting to live and be free 

A bad day the lure to exit this show.