Mental Health

Mental health is an uphill battle

More like a fumble

Starting with a stumble

After a smilingly small event

In your eyes

Teary eyes, stuttered speak l cant breath l squeak

Shaking and losing my stepping

You ask what’s wrong

I shut down shut off shut doors

Reach for silverware

To start my coping

Carving my feelings and insecurities into my skin

Letting the ink drip down

Scaring my sides

Curled up around porcelain letting it all come out

Empty

You pick me up, try to hide your shock rock me asleep

Whispering it is just minor defeat

 

 

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