For those of us who sink below
the depths beyond the sea,
and watch the world inside the box
that we can't seem to reach,
we know that most won't understand
our struggles day-to-day.
We know that something drives us on,
something that can't be weighed.
Don't think for a second we aren't really here,
for we've been watching all along.
Breathing your pain, while some of us sway,
and fighting to grow strong.
We see the world clearly, like a mirror in the light,
and come to reflect what we find.
And the ones who survive stand for all who bear hearts,
for soulless are those who are blind.
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Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
