End. Just end.
Stop the madness.
Stop the insanity.
Snap out of it.
For my fellow self harmers. You are my kindred spirits.
So this kinda sucks. Forgive me for just bitching a bit.
I can taste the descent into depression. I don't even notice the vices in my hands, just the subtle hint of regression. A haiku that is deeply telling of how I cope with life outside of poetry.
I'm broken when my eyes are open, left to mend the pieces when I'm dreaming.
Broken, an acrostic poem.
My poem about paranoia. (Profanity).
I heard a voice inside my head..
Being bipolar is tough, but you have to remember, you aren’t the only one who has this. In fact it’s really common. Perhaps you can get it treated.
My poem on today’s prompt of pain. Dedicated to the mental health community. (Profanity).
Love is not only romantic encounters, wild dancing under the moon, grooming and gifts.
What secret Milano will tell Veronica?
My life is a complete joke, gone bad.
Addiction is a silent killer. So can be our minds..
My name is Mike and this is my story.
Poem for the prompt on patience. This writing is about overcoming and being patient with anxiety. My first prompt poem.
Why Milano came for Veronica, to return her or just seduce her?
Want to know?
Check this little excerpt from the book.