We've all had that feeling before.
The creeping sense of uneasiness,
when something is wrong.
The feeling of panic, rising
in your gut, every heartbeat
pounding,
unexpectedly
inside of your rib cage;
the illogical awareness of something
deeper, darker,
that's about to happen,
when you're half-conscious of the danger
swimming all around you.
It settles on the back of your mind,
like a large dark spider,
brushing its legs along your spine...
caused by nothing, it seems,
but sheer, blind intuition.
If there seems to be something
not quite right,
listen to that feeling.
I beg you.
Don't be the girl who shrugged it off
after she saw it;
the crawling sense of dread and panic she felt
looking
into someone's eyes,
the girl who wanted to be nice,
so she blinded herself
to the red lights flashing
and walked, defenceless
into a nightmare.
Don't be that girl.
Don't be me.
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...
