Everything is a blur.
My heart hurts,
and my eyes ache from exhaustion.
lighting up a late-night cigarette
to soothe the fear
in my chest.
Your eyes flash into my mind,
dark and merciless, burnt
into my memory,
and I fight a wave of sickness;
push it down
into the darkest parts of my mind.
I don't want to relive that anymore.
I thought I was on the road
to recovery,
but I have no directions,
and I'm getting lost again.
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...
