They ask how I am and I smile and say just fine I don't tell them how I cry ever night feeling the feeling of the world falling apart in front of their clueless eyes. Doctors tell me I am fine. Yet I still feel like I am dying inside. Years go by with the pain I am keeping inside. Childhood disappearing before my very own eyes. The doctors overlooking scars and cry's for help. They go home feeling validated inside. While I go back to the dark places inside my mine. Hushing my pain, shoving pills done my throat. Fighting to see who can make the broken record play like new again. Preaching at me from a fair as though that will make the sun shine again. All I can remember is how the doctors words of how I am just fine, and how much of a lie they really are
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Through our eyes
PoetryThrough our eyes, shows what it is like to live with mental health, poems, diary entry's, all rising awareness and showing how much stigma there still is around mental health. From different mental illnesses too the side effects they can have on som...
