An Insane PleaHidden inside the insanity that is called my mind,More Like This
Lie the thoughts my demons want to find,
To deepen the pain, ther have never been kind.
Lies burning the very core of what is right,
This darkness seems to burn my sight,
I have lost the light and my will to fight.
Insanity takes its toll on my soul,
This pain I feel has one main goal,
The darkness peeking through, as black as coal.
What is it that I seek,
Sanity makes me so weak,
Its time to play the games I seek.
I have grown attached to this cage,
This book flips to a new page,
Forming a plan to break me free of this sinful wage.
Your life is not a British television showPeople on social media sitesMore Like This
tend to glorify things that hurt.
They brag about things
that people struggle with.
Mental illness is not a label.
It is not a badge nor a privilege
or something you have to earn.
they battle voices in their heads
that they do not even recognize.
People struggle to tame
their inner demons
and keep up an image
that the world expects them to uphold.
Mental illness is not cute,
being so anxious you cannot speak is not a quirk.
Relying on people to take care of you is not romantic.
Your life is not an episode of Skins
The idea of Effy and Freddie is fictional,
no one is going to save you.
We go home and muffle our cries
while dragging razors across our wrists
chasing pills with bottles of vodka.
Our thoughts turn on us
Like a loaded gun,
and we are stuck forever
in a game of Russian roulette.
We wear long sleeves,
and try to drown out voices with headphones.
We tremble at the thought of giving up the chemicals
we have become dependent