I write because I
woke up this morning. I had
my coffee and finally stopped
yawning.

I write because I have
a lot to say. I want to put it
down before I lose the sound of
the words reverberating in my ear.

I write because my hands
are as filled as my heart. And they
want to reach out to everyone, the ****
the lawyer, the nun.

I write because
I must. It’s no different than
taking a breath. I’ll write and write
until my death.

Refection on nothing
But anxiety
Apparently, lately
having a mental illness is a thing
much more than i wanted
much more than i needed
However
Ive misplaced every downfall with you
I lately observe more than i need to know
Please stop asking questions
If you don't want the right answers
Virgo.

A mere phantom of life
Silent and miserable
Waves as people walk by,
Yells 'I'm here, invisible!'

It doesn't know they don't see
It doesn't know they can't hear
It shouts till its throat is sore,
Then finds solace in fear.

"Conceal, don't feel, keep it in"
"Hide", they all seem to say,
Aching behind pride in pain
Lost, trying to find their way.

Will they ever listen?
Will they stop to understand?
Will anyone look further
Maybe even lend a hand?

you can’t say it’s wrong
you can’t say it’s bad
if you’ve never been through it
you can’t have a valid opinion
until you’ve experienced it
so stop judging women
if you can’t understand it