Sometimes when hurt
and pushed away,
several beasts
come out to play.
One called hate
and one called pain.
One called tears
and one called rage.
You cannot run,
they'll chase you down.
You cannot hide,
they'll seek you out.
Sink or swim,
you'll probably drown
until you take
a different route.
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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...
