His presence has now become a constant fixture in my life as I feel the ghost of his unwanted touch all the time.
My body is barely mine and I can't stop crying.
This sadness once contained to the dead of the night now lingers on into my mornings and stays well into the evening.
I feel consumed by these memories yet remain haunted by the gaps in my brain.
I am not even sure what happened to me.
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Mental Health Poems
PoetryThis is a collection of poems by authors that wrote about mental health, mental health, and any suggestions made by you guys.
