Ending the stigma through poetry
People almost always have ulterior motives. Be careful who you tell your secrets to friend.
Everyone has a different past, untold secrets and inner demons no one has met. None are alike. If you look closely, you will see it in their writing.
I found strength in forgiving you even though you did not deserve it. I did it so I could be at peace with the past and the hurt you caused me.
Found my suicide note today So I ripped it up Bipolar depression will not take me I will fight it every day Until the very end
What a superficial world we live in. People choose facades over authenticity. All because they are afraid to show their scars in a world that praises pride and criticizes vulnerability. I have found that society is often envious of those that wear their hearts…
I may be stable and in recovery but I once stood where you did my friend. It does get better with time. Keep going. Hold your head high. Stay strong. Much love as always.
I often wonder if I was born during the wrong time period. For I am lost in classical music, Jane Austen’s words and writing poetry in calligraphy.
I promise you one thing. Even after I am long gone and buried, these words I have spoken, will ring out of my grave. They shall remain for eternity.
