You were gone
So the puzzle was incomplete
But you never knew that
You were the missing piece

I saw you in my dream
You were,
Scared.
Vulnerable.
Weak.

The roles, they were reversed.
While I tortured you
(My Sweet Revenge)
You never said a word.

He held my hand,
At the edge of nineteen

His body was,
The Antedote
To all my scary dreams

Of,

Abandonment. Possession. Unreliability.

He held my hand,
Unlocked the cage,
Out spilled my darkest secrets
Until I was standing in freedom
And I could finally breathe.

I went down with the Titanic.
I never said a word.
I was too enthralled with the stunning beauty of that magnificent iceberg.
Sometimes tragedy and beauty can mean the same thing.

What is the colour of love?
What is the price of pain?
The answer lay within the blood
Pumping through his veins

Once there was a woman who had a mental illness.

Everyone supported her.

Her husband completely understood her and never yelled at her when she forget her medication or had an expected attack of the giggles.

Her family checked in every day.

The medical staff in her community always did their job in a friendly and professional manner, never making any mistakes.

All of the community were accepting and understanding and every employer she ever had were educated on mental illness and full of empathy.

This is how bad this woman's mental illness actually was.

She actually believed this delusion.