My back hits the chair and I freeze.
When will I stop starving me?
Panic enters my mind and suddenly I've run out of air.
My cadaver of a body filling me with despair.
Hips jutting out, I can't sleep.
Feel the spaces between my ribs and tell me I'm not in too deep.
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Mental Health Poems
PoetryThis is a collection of poems by authors that wrote about mental health, mental health, and any suggestions made by you guys.
