Poems about Health

In your early stages of youth, that is the time to find out who are you? 
Why Me? What did I do to make you want to hurt me?  All I have ever done is to make you happy? Why Me? 
Do you know how hard it is? To go through every day Feeling like you can smell it? I can tell it
Dear Past Me,  
Dear Mom,   Mom, my depression is a shape shifter. One day it is as small as a firefly in the palm of a bear,
You needed me.
I was diagnosed and my brain proposed maybe death would make this all go away.
To the ones who press blades to their thighs. I ask, do you also think the dragging metal feels like the clouds in the sky?
"I like to hit things" was a thing I have said to many people when asking of sore knuckles, bruised knuckles, bleeding knuckles, scabbed
My mind is like a ship Slowly rocking at sea The blue waves so peaceful I can see miles ahead

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