Sometimes my voice dies in my throat, buries itself beneath waves of crippling suffocation, burns itself out as cold hands tear at my laced skin. I have smiled while my eyes have cried and pleaded, my wrists numb, my lips wobbling and blue, and stars escaping this dark night that I'm trapped in. I long for a darkness...
Short self-written poems as a reminder for everyone in need that no matter how broken you are, you are still strong, loved, worthy and definitely not weak.
Just to clarify, I'm not a mental health professional. I'm just a young person that wants to share information or tips to helps other feel better and have some support. You can always ask for any specific topic or advice and I will try to do my best to share something helpful. Mental health should be one of our prior...
I will be giving mental health tips and advice for those in need of it. I hope you enjoy!
