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I'm chemically unstable

There's no way
Now that we ever will be able

To be considered me
Truely alright, fine, good, normal


Medicine ungiven
Diagnosis wishing
Why others wouldn't listen?
Because they're talking flesh
I'm totally fine,
Yeah,
Totally feeling
The disease you don't believe in

You say everthing has its season,
But my mind, it isn't healing!

Your 'training' leaves me tired
Pain makes me uninspired
Unless by you it's fired
From life, just might retire
E l l e 4d
You know it's time to address your mental health,
When a smile is reassuring,
When "hello" is a digression,
And every stare is an evaluation.

You know it's time to confront your inner thoughts,
When you turn off the lights, and you give up.
When you dream of the possible, rather than what you actually want,
And the memories that made you nostalgic,
are now acidic in your heart.

White turns to black;
Sick turns to indisposed,
As the imposes turn to diagnoses.
I feel dizzy, my head is spinning-
In reality, I'm healthier than when I was winning.

It's just an imbalance, a lapse in my deception-
Little do I know, I've been blind for years.
Only when I opened my eyes, did I see-

The potential in my complexion.
For someone that needs to hear this. Taking time for yourself is important, and everyone should do it often. Don't be ashamed to feel like you need to spend time with yourself- in fact, it's one of the most beneficial things you could do. xoxo
Emily 4d
Walking,
Talking.
Everything,
and
Anything.
We bring it all to the table,
but I'm unstable.
a ticking time bomb,
till the next meltdown.
tick,
tick.
everything,
till
nothing.
A poem to my closest friend.
I have no mouth and

I must scream

I'm going down

It's all a dream


Losing function,

It's ceaseless

Flabbergasted

I'm speechless.
"The unending supression leaves no words to be said."
Jayde 4d
I'm going through life just barely existing
I know I'm getting bad again
I haven't done anything to change it
Haven't done anything to stop it
I stopped my medicine
I stopped my sessions
I stopped caring
Maybe it's time to just shrivel up
Maybe it's time to let the darkness come
Maybe it's time to give up
Maybe it's time to just be tired
You have to stop fighting at some point, right
Sky 4d
You say that you were only helping.

But every time life shot me down, you kept handing it more bullets ~
I’m not planning on committing suicide anytime soon, these poems are merely an expression of emotions.  The bullet is a metaphor.
Sky 4d
You don’t think I notice, or that anyone notices, for that matter.  But I do.

You wear happiness well.  But I can see right through your shell.  You’re hollow and empty.  You feel like an abyss.  

No one smiles with fear in their eyes and tears peeking out of the corners.

No one laughs like there’s a sword in their stomach and a knife in their heart.

You may be able to fool others, but you can’t fool me.

Because you have one knife in your heart, but I have two.
Sky 5d
We aren’t afraid of ourselves ~  
We’re afraid of what we’re capable of ~
Powder blue knuckles
I knock them against my glass
The sound is the buzzing of mosquitoes
Beckoning me to swallow
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