Mental Health

If those who harm themselves don’t make it to heaven
Then who will provide them with a safe haven 
And who will shower us with love and care
When everything in life seems unfair 
Mental health is deemed not needed
And the plant of stigma is seeded 
To make us out like Satan 
Would we rather stay forsaken  
But who would speak out and be kind
To change their stubborn minds
Of the ugly scars we got 
From the battles with Death we bravely fought
And the solace we sought 
Was thought as some sickened plot