A poem about pulling yourself back from the edge.
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For times when getting out of bed feels like too much
Getting out of the door; sitting up, washing your face, brushing your teeth, having breakfast – a drawn out, difficult affair.
When I eat my emptiness
Binge-eating still didn't fill the void.
Mental illness exists beyond depression and anxiety. Why don’t we talk about it?
Contrary to public opinion, most sufferers of psychosis actually aren't axe murderers.
A Distraction
A poem about distractions from anxiety.
Elegy For It of Many Deformed Forms
CN: Graphic self-harm mention, medication, food A limp sack of chemicals Throws rainbow pills in the water Pink capsules, white tablets and fine blue powder Melt into a primal soup of clinical consolation A contorted lump of flesh Has blades slash through its blue veins Crimson blood springs from marine vessels And ruddy … Continue reading Elegy For It of Many Deformed Forms
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Blueprint 