The thing with mental illness is you'll think you're finally recovered and doing the best in your life and then something happens. And you begin to feel the earth crumbling beneath your feet as you lose grasp of the only thing that was holding you up. So you fall and you fall hard because there is nothing left for you to hold onto. Your entire chest and stomach feels like it's being crushed by a pile of rocks. You try to help yourself up and use the mechanisms you were given but that doesn't work. As you slip further and further into the unknown you know that this is it for you. That your short period on this planet was nothing but a failed attempt of happiness.
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After You Left
Poetrycomplete poetry collection, over 70 poems from my darkest times and issues with love
