Schizophrenia (Remove filter)
From Caterpillar to Butterfly
It's cold and confusing.
A bomb needing diffusing.
Strainging and stressful.
Though secretly blessful.
Her heart and soul are at war.
Depression growing like a sore.
A life filled of grief.
No hopes of relief.
Her heart cries out to God,
Her face and body, the facade.
Nobody sees the real me.
Feelings behind the walls you see.
Restrained by her own mind.
Her ...
Tuesday 20th February 2018 10:34 pm
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