Oh pity those who know of inner strife
They have their mental battles in their life
In their dark times when they are feeling down
They are the saddest people in the town
The sort of lives they live they didnotnot choose
The people who feel they were born to lose
Life in truth for them is not near to kind
To those who have this illness of the mind
One can say of them that they are not blessed indeed
So pity pity them since of such they are in need
From their illness for them sadly nowhere to hide
And some of them end their misery in suicide
They know how it feels to be mentally down
In their dark moods the saddest in the town.
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A nice poem yet poor people do not want pity, nor would depressed people. Hope, guidance, love and support with a little assistance could get people back on track. Anyone can fall.