By. Lauren

My body took care of me like a rotting corpse,
As it threw me into the gruesome cemetery of my own mind
Where the trees even screamed for help as their roots ****** up the poison from toxic bodies like mine.
Every last leaf that fell that fall was due to our toxins.
I was not alone in this cemetery of mental health abandonment;
there appeared to be more people than you can count on your fingers and toes or even at night like sheep.
All of their bodies had left them like a family too lazy to attend their own family members funeral.
This lonesome cemetery was full of lonesome people like me.
We all were just there for
Help.
So we popped a few happy pills or two, and in that moment our cemetery turned into a luscious forest where the flowers couldn't even stop laughing.
We had made our cemetery into a future for others like us.
Our cemetery was then named
"Mental Health Awareness".
It was our safe haven some may say it was even our therapy oasis.