Panic fills the air as I realize how little I care.
Try to fit my hands around my waist, thinking about what I want to erase.
Stick my fingers down my throat, there is no antidote.
Weigh myself again, my body is about to collapse just a matter of when.
Losing feeling in my limbs, the chance of recovery is increasingly slim.
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Mental Health Poems
PoésieThis is a collection of poems by authors that wrote about mental health, mental health, and any suggestions made by you guys.
