I've never been one for bearing my soul for the world to see. I have been burned to many times before. Told that it is simply in my head. I try to explain tears falling down my face. Begging for them to understand. For you see looks can be deceiving behind my blue eyes and happy smile is a broken soul tried of being tormented. Of their questioning regarding reply's when I say what's going on inside my mind. They look at me, the same way it's always been. The long lasting look of pity and despise. I'm tried of all the fighting, I have enough going on within my mind.
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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...
