it's ok you can't get out of bed
it's ok you can't express the shades of dispair
it's ok there's always help
be brave
I have my semicolon tattooed on my flesh
it's my "remember you are right to exist"
you're far from weak
you can get over
mountains
medications aren't a cure
but never trying isn't either
please note I'm an ally
my life is an opus of tears
with lots of effort and meds
I found strength to get out of bed
are you ready?
say the words
you're not lonely cause I'm here
been there done that
the bought T-Shirt is the scars and mental wounds I wear
never again to be subject to the aural black
once again I ask
do you need help getting out of the dark
Canada: https://suicideprevention.ca/need-help/
http://www.crisisservicescanada.ca/en/ tel:1-833-456-4566
US
Suicide Prevention Hotline:
1-800-273-8255
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Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
