Laughter fills the autumn air,
and I'm surrounded, once more
with smiling faces
and outstretched arms.
the genuine warmth
makes me want to cry.
I'm welcomed into a flurry of chatter,
hugs and smiles,
and my heart feels happy again.
For the first time in years,
I feel like a normal girl.
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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...
