Hurt Beyond Repair.
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  • Reads 25,745
  • Votes 1,381
  • Parts 135
  • Time 1h 11m
Complete, First published Nov 24, 2015
Hurt and frightened  and no where to turn except for my journal. 
Curse words being streamed at me and you would have thought I had a father for a sailor. ~E.M.C 
 
Many poems focusing on the subject of Mental Illness, that many suffer with and the subject just isn't brought up enough. Poems focusing on a day in the shoes of a person with a mental illness and how some even ordinary simple tasks may seem not so simple to them.  
There may be some uplifting poems but also raw ones filled with real emotions, things I've experienced. 


\\ Notes from me the poet: 
Some aren't all poems I guess you could say but these are my feelings and maybe some of you can relate :) feel free to comment or message me with any questions, feedback or suggestions I greatly appreciate anything!
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Poems of Pain and Solitude

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For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.