Suicidal thoughts slowing down
Violent ideas depleting
Agitation laid rest in ground
Mental illness I’m defeating
*
Heavily medicated now
Depression lifting and drifting
Me loving me I will allow
I no longer feel like quitting
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Relationships are on the mend
My head no longer in the clouds
I understand and comprehend
Without the non-confident doubts
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Medicines never worked before
Takes the correct diagnosis
Untreatable, hard to ignore
Felt so messy and atrocious
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It’s a good start to a great life
I strive to be alive and thrive
About the Creator
DMTakeshi
DMTakeshi has zero credentials and these poems have a high probability that they are the ramblings of a person with a serious mental illness. Enjoy!
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 days ago in Fiction
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