Bloodshot eyes
and hazy dreams,
blue smoke curling from my lips
as the world spins around me.
chips of broken glass
like stars
embedded in my skin,
yet I can't feel a thing.
I'm lost in wonderland,
floating in a mist of serenity,
colours dripping and twisting around me.
My pain melts away like frost,
and I feel okay again.
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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...
