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Stranded Island
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Concluida, Has publicado jul 26, 2016
Feeling hopeless

On a stranded island 

No sign of freedom of this emotion

Depression surrounding you 

Trying to find a way to break free

Happiness is only temporary

After that moment sadness follows

No one wants to be around you

No one understands why you are so angry

There has to be a way to freedom

Your life depends on it


When you make others cry 

You are weak mentally

All you see is red

No smile nor gesture helps 

Anger will follow

Depression is contagious

Others who try to help are powerless


Mental illness is misunderstood

People laugh

While others cry

People point

While others hide

People criticize

While others suffer
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Starving For Help

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"I smile everyday. I live my life like nothing is wrong with me. No one would ever guess that I'm screaming inside or that I've secretly been hiding this huge part of my life. No one would ever know that I cry myself to sleep at night or that deep down I'm starving for help." Welcome to Anorexia. Your hostess is Ana. She'll take over from here. Suffering alone inside of your mind from a terrifying mental disorder, is something that even those who battle such a thing every day, cannot fully understand. It's like being alone 24/7 yet it's never quiet inside of your head. You can't stop the voices. You can't control your emotions. As it gets worse, you lose control of your body all together. You become prey to your disease and You can't fight back. That is what it's like for someone who has spent years of their life suffering in silence from an eating disorder. Fighting a monster that you have no chance of beating. It's almost impossible to describe the type of torture that consumes your mind. Hell. It's equivalent to pure hell.