I Hate That Im Mentally Ill Enough To Be Hospitalized For Life When Im Off My Meds. I Hate That Im Always

I hate that I’m mentally ill enough to be hospitalized for life when I’m off my meds. I hate that I’m always so tempted to get off them despite this awareness

My mind has found its sense

Step outside your charcoal eyes and fall for lust

For the only torture of this life is the slow burn of time

Would they still call it disease

If they saw what you’ve learned?

Stop to see the thermions

Flying right out of your baking body

Watching the hot flares disgorge from your tingling skin

Would they still call it pain

If they knew how alive I am?

This is a real light, not new pain

Danger and impact are but ideas

So let your conscience fail

Do you understand now?

home of french ceramic artist marguerite carbonell (1910-2008) world of interiors Oct 07

Can I talk about my relationship but ✨without the paranoia that people are picturing me having sex✨

It might just be my aggressively dysfunctional childhood speaking but if somebody has the nerve to yell at you, ESPECIALLY a man, you gotta escalate. Im looking at all you sensitive anxious babies. Yell louder, throw things. They respond by yelling louder, throwing things? YELL LOUDER, CHASE THEM