Nightmares about the Devil trying to kill me.
Sometimes at night, I wonder what it’s like to drown at sea.
Society likes to label people who self harm as down and outs, because they have scars on their wrists.
Society judges Bi Polar sufferers because their misunderstood, then when they slip up their criticised because their personality split.
People tell other people online to go and end their life.
What we need is to be there for each other. Not to encourage someone to pick up a knife.
It’s so hard at night, seconds turn to minutes and minutes turn to hours.
Bad thoughts pollute are minds, it feels like it’s all going sour.
Some people hate hearing about others struggles with Mental Health. But believe me we hate talking about it and hate ourselves more.
Most nights were alone crying on the bathroom floor.
The Devil attacks at night and tries to make us choose between razor, knife or Pills.
We’re just normal people in pain and one day we pray for our minds to be still.
Having a following is not a good thing, it brings piles of pressure.
You need to find yourself a Rosie or Daniela their both treasures.
People are not suicidal because their sad, their suicidal because their hurt.
Deep down we all want a ‘normal’ life and to escape the Devil and our graves of dirt.