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I have no clue
what mental illness is like

but when
you’re sixteen
and you’d rather die
than wake up the next morning

and the things that you used to enjoy
are now only categorized into:
“keeps me sane”,
“gets me away from home”,
and
“makes me forget about how much I want to **** myself”

and your life consists of
going to the class you continue to fail
talking to the people you call your friends
(but really hate, but no one else will sit with you at lunch)
sustaining the body you’ll never be comfortable in
surviving at home because you don’t have anywhere else to sleep
loving the girl that will never love you back
and etc and etc upon infinite etcetera

when death feels much sweeter than life
then something has to be

awry.
You broke my dreams
And tore open my seams
Pretended to care
But you were never really there
Held me so close
Only to let me go
Convinced me that love was real
Just so that I wouldn't heal
Said "I love you."
So you could cut through

Good-bye to the blue skies
And hello to the gray
Because you've left me here to die.
I only have one question
And that's why?
the little girl just could not sleep
because her thoughts were far too deep
her mind had left her; gone out for a stroll
and fallen down the rabbit hole

this life will never be a wonderland
nothing goes just like it's planned
all the creatures are gathering round
as her broken body tumbles down

but darling, you're too late, I fear
your sanity has already left, my dear
maybe you're too big, or maybe you're too small
but you'll never get to wonderland at all

you're mad as a hatter, and far too late
you'll soon see, but you'll have to wait
this will soon all be a memory,
left only as a darkening dream...

(the girl wakes up to the smiling light of the crescent moon. but the nightmares don't end.)
 Jul 2014 Rhiannon Grace
Mason
Where I go,
the rain will follow.
The forever dampness.
The acid sorrow.
Naked minds clash together
Onwards and then forever
Bold poets with words to tell
Only rising high and then fell
Drawn faces with obsession
Yet they hide deep depression

So fighting to be understood
Pouring emotions as they should
Everyone with metaphors of pain
Crafting in tears of pouring rain
Inwards seeking out special meaning
As somewhere lost hope is gleaming
Let me tell you, you're special to me
Copyright Chris Smith 2014
 Jul 2014 Rhiannon Grace
Piglet
My brother's somewhere hiding,
first comes counting, then comes finding
but this child that I am minding
my last nerve he's tightly winding

Mum and Dad have gone out dining
on their date night, romance shining
while the little brat is whining
hidden in the curtain lining

So I'll get on with my writing
cause it must be more exciting
to be sat here with my rhyming
as my skills they need refining.

Now the little ork is pining
still not found, my name he's crying
eyes accusing me of lying....
Is a pinky promise binding?
My last bit of homework for the year  is to write a rhyming piece, this is it, I have to hand it in tomorrow, any feedback or suggestion is appreciated, as my teacher is a ***, so I want it to be perfect!
Ana
she stands here
with her back against the wall
she helps me lock my door
when i'm crouched on all four

it's just a diet
keep it quiet
my problems lay in numbers
medical language wont help me here

leave it alone
i'll do this on my own
dont tell me it's dangerous
cuase i'm allready painless

**(c.m.h)
poem about ANA (in my case she is called Maya)
 Jul 2014 Rhiannon Grace
shåi
i dont seem
to recall
what your lips
tasted like

you left me
longer than you
actually should've
i miss you more than ever

you moved on
and i moved on
(at least i tried to)
but nothing was the same

i've had so many kisses
but yours had been
far more different
(i wish i could remember...)

your kiss
had been like
sweet bourbon chicken
so irresistible.

when you kissed me
ever so desperately
it had been like a ***
boiled with assorted herbs

i love you.

i miss you.

i hope for the time
my skin of mine
shall be  made love to
by your chilling lips

(b.d.s.)
suggestions as always are welcomed! Thank you for all the kind comments I have received lately!
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