there came a time
when I was faced
with the daunting task
of speaking about
mental healthnot now. too sudden
even though
i had been handed this
great responsibilityi spoke
And i spoke
And i cried
1000 eyes piercing
every inch of my flesh
but you
held my hand
so i
fought through the rain and
kept speaking
at that moment
i knew
i had arrived at
the peak
of the mountain
of fortitudefor if I held
the life of another
in the palm of my hand
was obligated to
clench my fist
in order to save them
from themselves?
yes
it was my duty
as a survivor~ charity // insmniac
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men don't cry [Poetry]
Poetry[H.R. #6 - 7. 3. 18] "we wear our emotions like intricately decorated chains strung around our throats and then tuck them into our shirts" *** i sincerely hope you don't relate to any of these poems ~UPDATED DAILY~ 27/12/17 : #611 in Poetry 29/12/1...