It was upon a scrap of paper,
That she began her final labor.
Every letter that she scrawled,
Would leave the toughest man appalled.
Every sentence screamed with pain,
That no one could ever hope feign.
Of days where breathing felt like drowning,
And how everyday she'd taken a pounding.
Every cut and every bruise,
She was every cyber bully's muse.
She'd lie awake and hate herself,
In the dark she'd call for help.
She fell into a terrible dream,
And everyone left her alone to scream.
She put up walls around her hell,
And one by one all her 'friends' fell.
She called into the darkness of her lonely home,
Realizing at last that she'd been le
This is not my fault by AndreaSemiramis, literature
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This is not my fault
My family had time to get me help, but never did and now it's too late
Sometimes I can no longer distinguish what is real and what is not
Sometimes I lose myself
Sometimes I think I am a person with powers
Sometimes I have the urge to throw myself off the stairs
But all this is not my fault
All this is because of my illness
poem for borderlines by insomniaplague, literature
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poem for borderlines
if i could concentrate over
seven hundred thousand eyes
thumping
at the roof to the numbers stepping
from the nicities & rows
to go back
recoil
to the shattered surface
& the ripples beating over the hang
halfway between shallow
and shore
biting lips. maybe--
no
she couldn't have known
that it takes a whole three minutes
for the lungs to
well, maybe she
who, oh well
oh wait
the white; the haze--
the booming over
the spume and spray
stop changing
disturbing
me get out of my head
just pull up the shutters
step outside
my tongue the weight to talk
it out
but that's all we'll ever be:
a match burning itself out
Crazy Just Isn't Me by TheMeTheyDontSee, literature
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Crazy Just Isn't Me
When I hear voices am I insane?
My sanity I just feign?
I have plenty of friends.
I follow some of the trends.
I make a nice amount of pay.
I try to do as you say.
I do everything just right,
But still I have this fight.
Psychotic's what I am.
My mind just seems damned.
You don't know what it means.
Crazy is all you have seen.
This is what I must share:
Remember that we're there.
Going through normal life.
You'll never know our strife.
We act just like the rest.
Showing only our best.
If you could see what I see.
Crazy just isn't me.
Showing yourself doesn't make you weak.
I'll give you exactly what you seek.
This vulnerability is a part of you.
There isn't anything you can do.
I'm only here to give you help.
Don't have to do it by yourself.
It doesn't matter what you say.
I promise that I'm here to stay.
When you find it's hard to breathe,
Let me be there to relieve.
Want you to know I don't think less.
Only you think that you're a mess.
Please, I just want to be here.
I really do love you, dear.
More Than Anyone Before by TheMeTheyDontSee, literature
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More Than Anyone Before
There's never been a love
Like the one you have for me.
I'm floating; I'm surrounded.
Your love is all I feel.
I just can't comprehend
Why it's bestowed upon me.
I don't deserve
Everything that you are.
But even so
I know that it's true.
You'd do anything for me.
You've already done so much.
I wish so much I could say
My love is the same,
But my hearts been broken
By a lover before.
There's so much
That I would do for you.
But I can promise you
I love you
More than I've loved anyone before.
Trying to get myself up.
Surrounded by dirty cups.
Really need some motivation.
Tired of this bored sensation.
Want to get up and clean.
Or go out and be seen.
Want to go out for a walk.
Or call a friend and talk.
Turn up the music and sing.
Just want to do something.
Hope that I don't get fired.
So tired of just being tired.
Sometimes I am very happy
I feel so anxious
I feel that i can do things that sound impossible
I feel so imperative that costs me a lot relax me
Sometimes I feel very depressed
I feel so empty and lost
My brain just tells me to kill myself and that hurt me
I feel so tired that I can hardly get out of my bed
And the only thing I can say is I'm sorry
I'm sorry to be a burden to all
I'm sorry to be so irritable
I'm sorry to hurt myself
I'm sorry to be me
I'm sorry to hurt my family, friends, etc.
But this is not my fault
All this is because of my illness
I'm not a monster
I'm not crazy
I'm not a freak
I'm just ill
What would it feel like,
To just disappear.
You wouldn't know,
If you just weren't here.
There is no feeling,
Because you can't feel.
You can't interpret.
You just aren't real.
It's so lonely here,
Where you used to be.
I look around,
But it's only me.
My Life With Mental Illness Part:1 by AndreaSemiramis, literature
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My Life With Mental Illness Part:1
My life with schizophrenia.
My life depends on being in a tightrope
I have to always be firm for balance
Ie, every time I suffer a delusion or hallucination
The rope where I am begins to shake me trying of make me fall
But I have to be strong to ever fall.
My life with generalized anxiety.
It is very difficult to live in fear of just about everything around you
Never I leave home, because I think someone will do me harm
I'm never around someone, because he can make fun of me
Always my body and my hands are shaking non stop
I always feel anxious or concerned about something
There can never be a relaxing day for me.