The Broken_________.

THE BROKEN________.

 

Ow It hurts……

The pain lingering in my body

The constant tears from when I fell

Fell to the ground because it knocked me down.

Countless different doctors to all try and “heal me”..

I was prescribed many different things to help ease the pain.

When will I be ok?They all tell me “time” is all it takes.

Eventually weeks,months,and years passed.

I’ve been feeling a little ok.

 

But I still have a cast around It to protect It as I heal.

I’ll never forget how much hurt It’s caused me.

Everybody know’s I’ve been going through some things.

It’s harder to socialize.

I try and emphasize that i’m normal..

I try my hardest to be better but I…

I am not perceived to the human eye as hurt or sick.

I’m perceived as “Attention,pretender,and things like

IT’S JUST A STIGMA

These words they hurt.

Every word said feels like a metal chain whipping at my skin.

Every moment,Every Second,Every hour.

Harder to get better.

When all you are told is..

To walk it off

You don’t walk on a broken leg, you don’t use a broken arm

So why should those with a mental illness do the same?

My name is_______. and I have a

MENTAL ILLNESS

 

 

Briana Novella

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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