Value the encouragement It eases your mind with all that you do People who offer words of wisdom Build you up in order for you to get through Cherish it all accordingly As you take everything in stride Go forward and conquer Just follow through on your guide
i dread the day you learn for the first time that you can't just love all the darkness in me away
and no matter how much you care i will still toss and turn at night and scars might still appear on my skin
i dread the day you realize that you can't cure me and sometimes all you can do is stand next to me and hold my hand through fog pouring out of my ears so black and thick we can't even see each other's faces
i dread the days i can't get out of bed the days you want to take me out and all i can manage is a prettified shell of myself
i dread the day you learn that sometimes no matter how hard i try i still can't pull myself together
the day you learn that there isn't an answer you can give that will save me from my fears
you aren't the first person who has tried to love the darkness inside away my family and friends have given it their all but someday you too will learn that if love could cure mental illness the world would be a much better place
Sometimes I think It would be easier if I was Properly mad Like, really insane Out of my mind Disconnected from reality Because I'm so close To crazy But my connection to reality The piece that grounds me Is what hurts the most I want to break it And let myself go Mad
Make me feel dizzy Make the room dance and spin Make the floor sway under my feet Make me fall into your arms So you can pull me close And kiss me deep Make the whole world fade away Until it's only you and me Two dizzy idiots Drunk on each other Forever intoxicated Smiling dumbly and happily Making the rest of the world Just go away
My story is covered in Tear stained ink marks. Blood soaked covers And ripped out pages. It's not a pretty story With flowers and happy endings. There's no shining armor And forever after kisses. There's no magic. The evil villain is me. My story will most likely End in the words,
I go about my day Through the motions I make my way Until I get a familiar feeling That always sends me reeling I need another fix of my drug These words that I debug Poetry can be addicting But never, ever feels constricting Within these words I soar Leaving me begging for more Don't leave me feeling low Give me my vertigo That only poems can offer From you, my gorgeous author