Just. Breathe.
Dont let them see what's
Underneath.
I'm not afriad.
I'm ok.
It'll fade
And go away.
Breathe.
Dont let them see what lies
Beneath.
Stay here.
Dont run.
It'll disappear.
It's nearly done.
Please breathe.
I have to get out
Get out
G et out
G et ou t
G et o u t
G e t o u t.
Let me run.
Let me hide.
You've won.
My stupid mind.
A/N The support I've had on this story is absolutely amazing, I'm so happy that I'm able to reach out to people who may be experiencing similar things to me! If any of you awesome people need anyone to talk to, please don't be afraid to message me directly. No one should have to suffer in silence or feel alone.
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Monsters
Poesía"A bunch of poems about mental illness" didn't sound great as a title, but that's basically what this is. This is my first book and I honestly just wrote these in my notes app, went "Screw it," and posted them. If these don't correlate to specific e...
