My heart stopped beating,
and I was happy.
Free as the wind,
sailing far above the storms
that held me down.
I woke from my dream,
and the shame soon followed
with vengeance.
I shouldn't be like this
any more.
YOU ARE READING
still surviving
PoetryA collection of poems and diary entries from the diary of a girl with mental illness. These are the words unspoken, the raw reality of fighting against your own mind in the battle for recovery. Some content may be triggering for some readers, partic...
