People might think you are possessed when you actually only have a mental illness! But it hurts, when they do not even want to try and understand!
Possessed? No, I’m not Possessed, I have a mental illness!
Feeling the mood swing creeping up on me, slowly since a few days ago, I shiver if I think what I am thinking about!
Sadness starts to pull a dark crazy mask over my face, that seems invisible to the outside world. I know its there, I feel its slyly tentacles moving into my brain!I feel sleepy, exhaustion turns all my senses to mute. I look but do not see anything…
“Got to keep it together!”,I murmur to myself. Feeling the numbness of my soul, that do not even want to fight. The extreme urge to just give in and let go! Just let it be, leave the dying soul to sleep!
I want to take a blade and slice into my own soft flesh, to see the blood flow like tears from my soul… I want to the feel the warmth and smell the essence of what once was whole, my life my home!
People look at me,look at my scars…if they could see my soul! This would be haunting them, a story to be told!
Bracing myself for this attack, tears already flowing onto wounded hands! Will I after this still stand?
Oh no, no! I am not possessed! I am a human with a mental illness, that’s all…