I need to get High and stop worrying about this life. I need validation from the ones who moved on. I need a car that can drive my life bc my steering wheel broke and now I'm stuck in a ditch where no one can see me and I'm calling for help but no one can hear me. I need peace. My thoughts will destroy me tonight. That painted on smile is wearing off and I lost all my paint brushes. The clothes I wear can't hide the bruises from the inside anymore. I need to cry, but the tears can't escape my eyes they linger on the edge not wanting to leave me. God I didn't want to leave him but I had to and these tears need to fall fall fall. Fall and break, I need to fall and break and start all over. I'm growing so fast and my mind can't keep up. All these people show me acceptance and I'm stepping on egg shells so that they'll like me because god they finally like me. I need to sleep, sleep forever.
I wrote this at a very low point in my life. I felt as if my world was crumbling and all I could do is watch. Expressing these emotions by writing helped me so much. In my past I had resorted to self harm. I soon learned that it wasn't the answer. I turned to writing and drawing. Making art from my emotions has been the best medicine in my life. I let it be a reminder that things get better.
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Broken Pieces
PoesíaThis is a collection of my pain over the past 6 or so years. Writing has always been my outlet. While many of us suffer from mental illness everyone of us copes in different ways. My style advanced over the years so bare with me in the first few cha...
