Hurt Beyond Repair.
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Hurt and frightened and no where to turn except for my journal.
Curse words being streamed at me and you would have thought I had a father for a sailor. ~E.M.C
Many poems focusing on the subject of Mental Illness, that many suffer with and the subject just isn't brought up enough. Poems focusing on a day in the shoes of a person with a mental illness and how some even ordinary simple tasks may seem not so simple to them.
There may be some uplifting poems but also raw ones filled with real emotions, things I've experienced.
\\ Notes from me the poet:
Some aren't all poems I guess you could say but these are my feelings and maybe some of you can relate :) feel free to comment or message me with any questions, feedback or suggestions I greatly appreciate anything!
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