Jaw clenched, brain on fire,
Glare that kills,
Myself I tire;
Grappling with what's inside
Fist clutched,
Ready to fight;
All I see is red;
All I feel is lead
flowing, like blood in my veins.
All I hear
is the hammering in my chest;
The knocking in my brain
The heart that wants to rain
down, glass shards
Onto the one that gave me
this PAIN;
Onto the one that can't see
The thread that's supporting
my life,
The darkness I'm trying
to fight;
Onto the one
that doesn't care,
If I'm living, if I'm dying.
-Makker
The third phase is anger wherein the person generally feels anger towards anyone and anything. But mostly the person feels anger towards something or someone because of whom they feel they are going through depression. The experiences and feelings expressed in this poetry might be found in the profound stages of mental disorders. Anyone wanting to seek help can contact any of the many helplines provided by various NGOs. Stay hopeful, stay healthy 🙏🏼
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Poetry24/6/20 #15 in communication *MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS* A bunch of poems from the perspective of someone going through mental health issues. In a changing world, we seem to be fine one only to break down the next. This is an attempt at portraying the...
