I feel your eyes on me,
even though
you are no longer
there.
Cold, calculating,
locking me in your sights,
as if you're reluctant
to ever look away.
As if I might disappear.
What a relief that would be.
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...
