Write write write
Write to breathe
Write to feel

Write to forget
Write to survive
the turmoil inside my mind

Write in order
to see the light
at the end of the tunnel again.

Music brings us together
We all lean on it
at times.

To feel understood
and heard.

Music and words
are all I'll ever need
to survive in this life.

Feeling is healing.

A familiar sense
of longing
and hopelessness.

I feel her reach
into my mind.

Discreetly twisting the neurones
making me lose all sense of control.

What I feel
is never what I see.

I feel distorted
and completely alone.

I’m my own barrier.

This invisible wall
that cannot be seen
or broken down.

My safe haven
My cell.

Falling in to myself again
I hear her call my name
I pray that she’d save me this time

She pulls me back in
every single time
She know’s I’m still fragile

I fall into her grasp
Hoping it’s the last time

This disease that carries me
Just may be the end of me.

How can I feel alive again.
I want to feel that belonging I felt
back then.

Time has passed
and without a trace
here I am again
standing alone in the dark.

My mind is bombarded
with too many questions
and doubts.

I wish to feel like myself again
I wish to feel free.

I long for the truth of why I exist.

In time
I hope these shattered pieces of confusion
within myself
will slowly start
mending itself back together.

Piece by piece.

These scars I cannot hide
from the world.
I’m still ashamed of them all.

But there’s nothing I can do
to change the fact that
I needed it to save me from myself.

They are shameful stories
itched deeply into my skin.

I was only human.

These wounds are my story
and how I overcame the worst.

Self love and acceptance.
I can do this.

We are all imperfectly perfect.