Mental Illness

Storming into the Blue 
I cannot find myself 
What does good 
feel like?
I am too far gone 
No one will help me
No one can help me
Is this how my life is 
supposed to be?
Collapse onto the 
ground and watch 
them stare 
They don't know 
why, but you do 
Run away from 
the current 
moment 
You weren't sick 
You ran from your 
own thoughts 
Thoughts of a blade 
running through your 
skin and cutting deep
straight through your
pale white flesh
That scary thought
made you run,
But Darling,
you can't run 
from yourself.