Her thoughts claw at her brain,
An itch she cannot scratch.
Sure, she has the meds.
They make her feel like crap.
But they're supposed to help,
Supposed to ease the pain,
Make her feel more normal
And a little less insane.
Nobody knows,
Not even her closest friends.
She swore she wouldn't tell them
Until the very end.
The end of the disease
Or the end of her life?
That was the question,
But neither answer seemed right.
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Insanity
PoetryThe journey of a girl trying to make it in this world with a mental illness
