Lost in Mental Illness
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Lost,
like a little kid who's wandered off
only to turn around and find his parents are gone.
He calls out their names,
but his voice makes no sound,
as strangers in caps and cloaks
bustle around.
Dear Me:
You’re finding steps where steps didn’t used to be
I admire that, I really do
Days have gotten harder and you’re still
Finding smiles where you couldn’t
There isn’t a rhyme scheme anymore
Once upon a time,
but not so long ago,
a girl "lost her slipper",
but there's something you dont know.
Cinderella had a problem,
so let me set the scene,
her awful step family,
These thoughts run through my head.
Stop, I tell myself. They are just thoughts.
My hands are red and raw from the scorching water
mixed with bubbling soap.
They tell me to stop, but how can I?
Suicide can be like Oxygen, it sneakily catches into your soul taking all your
energy away.
Silent...but it takes big steps that can only be noticed by the person DEPRESSION
has taken over.
You lay there, with pale stained skin and blood shot eyes while the shadows crawl from the walls up your back and into your mouth and twist the wires in your brain, with your wires so tangled your very self is a stranger.
Continue.....
Continue to live
Continue to process
I dont remember how this began
When did I go wrong?
When did I decide my bed is where I chose to stay safe?
