One trigger detonating a bomb. Emotional roller coaster here I come.
Once feelings are uncontrollably rolling, there's nothing to stop them once there're flowing.
Stumbling, tumbling, falling down, that's how it works when they're around.
Ten steps backwards, one step forward, facing my stories by using my own words.
Climbing up and crashing down, please don't give me wrinkles oh ever lasting frown.
The cause is good but the fighting makes me tired. Though it's required for what I desire.
This shit in my mind is hard-wired, but thank you therapy, you have me inspired.
A word better suited for it might be torture, just like the struggle that comes with disorders.
It's not all bad and I try to see the positive, even when my triggers can be really provocative.
Sometimes I just can't and sometimes I won't. So then I make up a poem and then I'm glad that I wrote.
It makes me happy and of the results I'm proud, this thing started seriously but now I'm like 'Peace out'.
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Amy's Poems
PoetryHi there I write poems to express myself. It's about my mental health but also about mental health in general. Maybe you can recognize yourself in my words, maybe not. I just like to share. I'll keep adding Poems to this 'book', so keep an eye open...
