There once was a man..

There once was a man who thought he was a strong man.
He thought he could never be bent or broken
No matter what he did to himself..
No matter how hard he tried to shatter himself
For forty years he never stopped trying
He would Not give up
He tried everything his government could do for him
Because he new not how to help himself
He had talked and talked to anyone who could stop his mind or give ideas
Not just one person..
But hundreds.
They gave him words to explain what was the matter with his mind
But they where just words who confused his thoughts.
When he talked to these people all he felt they wanted was for him to go away
He felt no one knew what to do with him except lock him away
They made him take pills to stop his thoughts
But the pills could not make him understand why his mind would not rest
Even when this man was with people he always felt like he was alone
Traveling down a road he had walked over and over again
Many times he gave in and tried to help these people help him
This man simply did not want to go on fighting this war with himself
All the Violence
All the Fears
All the Pain
All the Thoughts
All the Lonliness
All the Anger
Was it to much for him to want to feel normal like other people feel?
To give people apart of himself he must have lost along the way?

For there truly is a breaking point for every man
You have to hope or take a stand!!!

RIP..