#7 of 2021 Mental Health Crisis
A joke of a poem "I'd read one even if you wrote about the floor!" that suddenly got serious! O.o;
Written on and trod on and walked on and stepped,
Crying for all the wrong reasons.
Collapsing and crushing and weeping and wept,
Stepped on for all the wrong reasons.
Because we can't stand up for ourselves.
Because we can't defend...
We're walked on.
We're the floor.
We're forgotten.
The body remembers; the soul forgets; she cannot withstand the pain. She cannot protect; can't even remember; her very own special name. She dares not look up; She dares not look down, in fear of what eyes will see. She cannot look...
How do I even explain the horror? How do I explain the fear? How do I laugh in despair and communicate how I really feel? From bouts so dark I knew not depths to poor, abandoned child, you did much damage to yourself your anger became...
Compliments are bouncing off, Compliments, unheard, Compliments that shake our mind and threaten our whole world. Because we cannot see ourselves, Because we cannot laugh, We never hear our compliments; We discard them like chaff. But one...