Everyone says depression is not having enough energy to get out of bed.
Everyone says anxiety is not having friends and being anti-social.
Everyone says anorexia is numbers and scales.
Everyone says self harm is bags full of razor blades and wrists full of scars.
Everyone says bulimia is crying in bathroom floors with vomit in the toilet
What everyone says is wrong. You are not your mental illness. You are a human. You still have friends. And good days. Yes, you fake smiles and pretend you're fine. But you do have days where you can see the sun. We have all looked up the quotes on tumblr. They aren't true. For each of us are not just some disease. We are people who have lost our way. But we are not forever lost for we will find our path again. Whether it be, depression, anxiety, self harm, anorexia or bulimia... we will be okay again.
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Sad Poems For Broken Hearts
PoetryThis is my poetry. My only true friend. Please forgive my grammar and/or the way the poems flow. It is basically me spewing feelings on a page. *WARNING* This may be triggering to cutters or people with depression.
