It wasn’t so much that I wanted to die
I pleaded and begged for some Peace.
The Gods they just laughed at me
From them I’d get no release.
‘What should I do?’ I asked my shattered mind
As I panicked with each desperate breath.
The sun no longer shines anymore
The Sun’s been put to death.
‘I try and I try, but I cannot make sense
Of the Storms and the thunder inside
No place to run, no one can hear me
From my burning mind I can’t hide.
Street Psychiatry 
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