Ants crawling up my sleeve
I've been losing sleep.I've been losing track of the untrue
Things I speak.I've been dragged through these corridors
On the floorsWith a trail of blood behind me.
I've lost interaction with those inhuman beings
Has it become worse or better for me?
Counted all my fingers
Focused on my breathingA kingdom of unhygiene
And it looks like I'm the queen.And I couldn't care less
about your mess
Because I'm dealing with my own.
Don't call me depressed
Only because I like being alone.Laughing at me
And all the things I say
Maybe that's because I lie.Having to accept your criticism?
I would rather die.~hanii, 16 march 2020
Author's note: I know this kind of sucks and it might not be poetry according to you,
Or maybe it sounds stupid to your head,
I just wanted to say that,
Making jokes out of mental disorders and illnesses is very, VERY wrong, and so is faking it.
I don't know who needs to hear it, but, please, when you laugh at people when they get panic attacks, Or if you use the term "major depression" as a joke on someone who is merely sad, its not cute and if you're trying to cop Regina George, you're miserably failing.
Thanks
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