There's a darkness deep inside of me. It wants to escape but I shove it deep down in me. It lives in my mind and runs through my veins.
My touch is poisonous. People can't get too close to me or it'll hurt. The slightest brush of my finger on your heart will burn. Your inquisitive brain will break trying to read mine. Your arms wrapped around me will ache.
I'm a walking path of destruction. Devastation constantly follows me. I don't normally get close to people because the darkness tries to take a hold of them too.
Do you see it?
Do you see the inky blackness leaking out of me?
Can you see it in my eyes?
That I've seen enough of this wretched prison?
Can you feel it in the way I reach out for someone to hold on to?
That I wish someone could hold me?
Can you hear it in my voice?
That I just want to be saved?
AN: Sometimes I feel like every person I get close to will end up hurt so then I push them away but I really just want them to save me from myself.
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Mental Health Stories
RandomIf you're curious about what it's like to have a mental illness or you can relate to having one/or more then you've found the right place. This book has little quotes, short stories, and similar about mental illnesses. Cover by @314Kelvin
