It's All In Your Head - Tumblr Posts

people will hear you talk about struggling with mental illness and say “you can do anything if you just put your mind to it”. brother what part of the body does the mental illness happen in. what do you think is the problem

My only safe space turned into a prison;

the cage which I previously crawled in to hide, now won't let me out.

They shove glass shards, from both sides, right into my head;

from the blood pouring out they tie another thread.

And I'm waking up scared, crying in my bed,

my mind swirling a thought "It'd be better if I'm dead."

But that is not me.. That's what I was fed;

the infection, fascination, that dependent dread...

Voices so familiar, they sounded so sad.

"We're here, just come," with opened arms they said,

"we belong together... Do not be misled!"

I did not know it was a threat,

did not see their stare turn mad.

They hugged me, wrapped me, not at all that bad.

"You'll never be alone again, we can promise since we care,

unlike those you need to do so, their attention is so rare."

They took me in, they cradeled me, calmed me, saying "Life ain't fair."

And I comforted, lived with them, breathing without air,

walking 'round that place, where all the doors they mark "Beware".

Yet all slightly ajar, letting demons out' their lair.

They saved me, helped me, gave so much, that I feel guilty when I dare

to think of, or to look at the world that is out there.

Emily Yvonne