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Ending the stigma through poetry
I agree with Hemingway that writing isn’t hard You do just bleed out your feelings Only problem is, the bleeding never ceases Coping with your darkest secrets We writers feel the most Writing poetry just to pick up the pieces
I thought about ending for a long time Until one night I dreamt of my fate And in it, — I in the coffin My lovely mother beside it; Completely torn I knew now why ending simply didn’t make the pain stop It made… Continue Reading “Ending”
Hypomania we meet again, such a dear old friend Without you, my best work wouldn’t exist Ah, but you always leave in the end You’re part of the disorder I always miss
Haven’t you heard women like me cause pure destruction? Yet, here you are still intrigued and not even trying to leave You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into — Not a clue I’m the rain I’m the lightning Darling, I’m the storm
Don’t let fear stop you from falling in love. Young man, the most beautiful things in life are felt within the heart.
When you left my book of life The chapter ended but the story continued I do not read the same chapter twice Next Chapter: Moving On
Empathy Poetry 