You got out

with your skin,

and should never complain.

It is not easy to carry the yoke

when you are young.

§

Do not regret the twenty years

in the company of pain.

If regret,

    grief,

take you over..,

try to remember to draw breath.

You got out with your skin

and should never complain again.

§§

pretty

This is a poem about life after mental illness.
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