mental health

Hidden

Uncomfortable silence and gasping thoughts become strangled sentences… I may not be able to articulate how I feel in a language that...

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A Beautiful Crashing

You are right, like always. I will not take one other step without said approval. I only want to be on your road but look and see –...

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Maybe It Wasn’t My Fault

Lacey could tell something was off. “What’s wrong, Mom?” “Nothing, Honey. But we need to talk – all of us.” Her mother meant...

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Solution

I tell her “not today” I tell her “watch me eat” She chuckles “sure you will feel free to try” I breathe deeply She’s...

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Fake It Until You Kill Yourself

This isn’t a poem or a blog post. This isn’t a satirical article or a cry for help. It’s just a simple question. “What will be the...

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When the Bomb Sounds

My uncle has been sending me letters. He’s been telling me about his time in Vietnam. How, even though it was just a tiny percentage of...

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17

And then I thought… How can I climb this Mount of Ever needing Rest? Shall I start one stain at a time? Jealous of the 17 chosen to...

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For James

Hey man, it’s ok. It’s me. You don’t have to do this anymore. My name is just a name. The rope was just a rope the weed...

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Leakages

There is an open faucet under my bed, glazed over my body I am leaking into the people around me- I have never been this honest.   In...

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Today is the Day

Today is the last day of my life. It was inevitable, and I had accepted it. In fact, I had embraced it. I was almost looking forward it. I...

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A Call To Arms

Another senseless mass shooting, where for a few days, perhaps weeks, people will argue, discuss and voice their heated opinions on gun...

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I Want Tears

I want tears I want pain I want grief I want shame My hands char from a gentle touch, so effortlessly. Spite me, Condemn me Damage me. Spew...

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And They Say, Poor Woman

I don’t know why I drink. For the way it makes me feel I guess – like so maybe the bad things don’t feel like they are...

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Some Days, I’m A Little Bit Psycho

If I suffer from another spazz-fest, I’m gonna slap myself in the face – hard. I am friggin’ sick and tired of dealing with my...

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Best Friend

Anorexia She’s there when no-one else is She’s my late night conversations when I’m too hungry to sleep She’s keeping me calm as I...

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Killing Myself to Sleep

I’m not complaining about being sober. The benefits of sobriety alone completely outweigh the losing prize waiting for me at the end of...

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What I Did

You, are not just something I write about – for, of, around or under. You, are something that flies so close to my wing then dives...

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The Beast

When the beast comes for me, sulphuric fumes slowly take over the neurons in my mind. A stealth creature, it’s prowess matched only...

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Lungful

I am supposed to breathe better know all the grammar rules ask me how to spell a word you will not need to look it up here I am, your own...

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The Crazies

Are the precious ones with the most colorful souls Painting love in glorious hues of aqua, fuchsia, tangerine and gold The crazies feel the...

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Art Of Silence

the postman may always ring twice for Lana Turner but not for me no more Silence in that sacred space created a beauty of mind

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Garden Of Solitude

I was always choosing between a relationship and my cherished and essential alonement my connection to Self denied for dozens of...

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Do I Have To Tell You?

I was so stupid when I found out I was pregnant. I had no idea. I was 14 years old. That I didn't know missing my period meant...

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It’s JUST a Measurement

If we allow the weight of that emotional baggage to tie us to that measurement, then it can do damage, then it means something, then it can...

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The Burdens Of Childhood You Can’t Outgrow

As a small child, I tentatively reached my feet toward the floor apprehensive of the crevice, the mere inches where darkness bleeds...

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Faggot

The raw emotions continue to be painful. I’m still spazzing. I’m still distraught. I’m still frantic and furious. I’m working hard...

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