ShatterTheStigma

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

I can't escape. I've ran till my feet have bled, The trail left in the wake, A gushing river of red. The blood from years of fear, Mixing with tears From all those years Of not knowing who I am. The tide is rising, And I am failing at disguising The gurgles from my throat Refusing to scream for a boat Stubborn and broken My cries for help go unspoken. Will you watch as I drown? Scream as I go down? You can't pull me out, So don't give in to doubt That there was more to be done To take bullets out of this gun. Locked and loaded I aim at the past Shooting at nothing But the pain that has amassed. No this gun is shooting