ShatterTheStigma

It was not the disease that turned me mad. It was what they said, see it got me bad. I was sane, until they came. It was them who caused this pain. I'd like to think that I'm sane. Yet no one else feels the same. Maybe none of this is real. This is not fact, just what I feel. It's true then that I'm just fucked. Maybe this was just my luck. So I sinned in my past life. So my skin just loves my knife. Tell her she's sick and she'll do what we ask. So they gave me poison; in a wine flask.

People on social media sites tend to glorify things that hurt. They brag about things that people struggle with. Mental illness is not a label. It is not a badge nor a privilege or something you have to earn. People suffer, they battle voices in their heads that they do not even recognize. People struggle to tame their inner demons and keep up an image that the world expects them to uphold. Mental illness is not cute, being so anxious you cannot speak is not a quirk. Relying on people to take care of you is not romantic. News flash! Your life is not an episode of Skins The idea of Effy and Freddie is fictional, no one is going to save yo

pinched nose to stop from crying broke a string like tears will change a thing accent on the first syllable please darling, I'd love to hear you scream ravenous for a story you sure you don't want a knife with that pen? i know i will never look at you the same the same things that have been pulling me under for the past forever are reaching up for you and i know exactly what the little things are planning to do a little crash with that stutter a little fear with that shudder you'll never be the same again don't know where my head has been at these days iron struts keep us all up but the underworld isn't made of ir

Don't tense up You need to relax Just hold it in Put on a mask. If they see your face tighten They'll think you're in pain And I suppose that's true But it can't be explained. I know that it's hard But you can't let them know Try not to react To the urges that flow. An itch you can't scratch A blade you can't touch These urges won't leave It's becoming too much. It seems that the darkness Is creeping back in Back into your life But you can't let it win. You can't go back there Back down that road The road that leads nowhere That leaves you so cold. So just grin and bear it Hide and resist Make sure that your struggle Is something they m