After a lifetime of feeling, I wish I could be numb. I wish I could stop feeling anything. Take away the good feelings as long as the bad feelings go away. I don't care anymore.
After a lifetime of silence, I want to scream until my voice gives out. All that pain and frustration inside of me can finally escape.
After a lifetime of pain, I want to punch a window and have it shatter. I want to stand there and look at something else broken around me. I want to look at the blood dripping down my hand and remember I'm alive.
After a lifetime of people leaving, I'd rather be the one to leave. I want to get rid of this hurt somehow.
After a lifetime of screaming voices, I hate loud noises. I welcome the silence and have grown used to the pressure of it around me.
After a lifetime of crying, I've grown used to being alone. No one's ever there at the end of the day. Crying into the morning by myself is a regular occurrence.
After a lifetime of living, I'm tired. So tired. It's exhausting.
It's like
I'm awake but I'm not and
I'm breathing but not getting enough air
Like I'm living but not
Just pretending to but it
Hurts so much
So I say
I'm fine
But I'm not.
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Mental Health Stories
De TodoIf 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
