invisible illnesses

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Laying in my bed I feel it begin again Same song and dance I lay my head down on the pillow and the tentacles of depression start to emerge
It's visible now  and that scares me. "Just stay strong," they tell me, but lately, I'm not sure I know how.   This armor I have built is beginning to crack- crumble off my back.
It’s time for a change It’s time to put an end to the stigma that surrounds mental illnesses It’s time to stop shaming those with mental health problems
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