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