My mother gave me her figure
My father gave me his eyes
I gave myself an out and commited suicide
Taking them both by surprise

Friends come and go
I wish you didn't have to go
Friends change
Friend's betray
Friends lie to your face
Telling you that they're OK

A friend can laugh the loudest
A friend can be the group clown
You can find that same friend hanging from a rope
Shattering everything that you thought you know

Some friends are tenacious
Determined to give up
When you left you tore us up

broken was the perfect description of my heart
on the day that you died
it hurt so much
i forgot to cry

all attention was focused on you
in death
just as much as in life

nobody saw my face at the service
i bowed my head
i said a goodbye prayer

broken was the perfect description of my heart
on the day that you died
it hurt so much
i forgot to cry

Darkness lingers here because the wounds are deeper
Healing is hard when you don't want to get better
Darkness lingers here because you are a special kind of sick
The reality of death being your dearest wish

When she was a child she would escape into her mind
When she wanted to cry she would fake a smile
When she became a woman
She planned her great escape
The slice of a blade caused the end of her charade

the scars on my wrists paint a picture of pain
drawn in a time when i was clearly insane
i thought that my body was a canvas of self harm
my razor blade became the perfect tool for expression
red was my favourite colour back then
it was the colour of crimson red
the thought of it leaving my body by the litre gave me such a rush
until the day they found me bleeding to death and decided to lock me up
the scars on my wrist paint a picture of someone who did not feel good enough

I won't say goodbye to you
Because I can't

You are part of my chemical make up

We are eternally bonded

I won't say goodbye to you

Instead I will make room for you

I am not ashamed of you

I won't let the stigma win

Bipolar, come and take a seat

We might as well be friends

she killed herself.
and no one cared.
except for the kind stranger at the bus stop that she saw every friday.
but no one cared about that stranger.
so the stranger killed herself too.
and thus,
society was created.

Pain comes in many colours,
Red.
Blue.
Green.

Red, the blood on the pavement
Blue, the deep well of depression
Green, the envy of knowing that I will never have what you have

Pain comes in many colours,
And you are colour blind.

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.

I never knew that
Laughter
Could be a
Bad thing.

Until I was the target of the joke.