'family' 'mental health' 'depression' 'anxiety'
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Are we ever going to
put it on display
That clearly unclear discomfort
that brings us soo much shame?
Can we ever stand soo tall?
Stretching thin,
-a brittle break-
How do I get out?
I have been locked in for so many years.
Hidden behind a bunch of lies,
Hidden by her fears.
Clutching on for my sanity,
There is a dark place in each of us,
That many can't escape,
Where permanment slumber is what we are told to crave,
We are stuck in a dark embrace, we think we can never break,
Recovery
something beautiful
and yet so chaotic,
words sweal
forming memories
thoughts
Recovery
seen as negative,
reminder of what we are
what we could be
I have to write a poem.
I'm sure you all already know.
I didn’t know what to write,
or what to say.
