Mouthful of vomit,
face full of snot.
They think mental illness is pretty,
I assure you it's not.
Shaking from fear,
motivation gone.
Getting told to "calm down",
getting asked "what's wrong?".
Slamming doors,
crying in pain.
Feeling not normal,
looking insane.
Getting weaker,
loss of sleep.
Snapping out,
cannot eat.
Feeling alone,
putting yourself down.
Acting impulsively,
wanting to drown.
Working up addictions,
suicidal wishes.
Cutting up your body,
getting stitches.
This is the truth,
this is what's real.
Now tell me,
does this change how you feel?
- Author: Felicity Jones (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 25th, 2018 21:21
- Comment from author about the poem: It's a poem about how mental health is made to look pretty, but the truth is it's not.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 31
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