The colours fall away when she closes her eyes,
She's written a note and she tied and tied
The note began to say how sorry she was
For all the sadness and heartache that she thought she'd caused
Pretty colours behind darkened eyes
A smile that is faked to the happy and the wise
The colours fall away when she lets out her laughter, she knows for sure there is no life here after
The medicine is killing her, but I guess that's what she wants
Something to take the pain away, something to kill her because she just wants to die.
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My Pestilent Breakdown
PoetryHere are several poems I have written about my mental health and my journey to recovery.
