By. Lauren

To all the self harmers I know,
You are loved even on your worst of days.
You will have scars.
Your friends will worry when you show up with red marks on your arms and legs.
Children will ask questions.
Just remember please, it is all because they are worried about you.
To all the ex self harmers I know,
I've been there too.
The days you face become more and more difficult like a heavy weight as you search for a way to cope and breathe freely once more,
But
You will make it out of this.
You are powerful.
Your scars will fade.
To all the the people who have self harmed,
Your stories will never go away.
But your stories will end.
To self harm,
It's time to move on and stop claiming wrists as friends.

By. Lauren

My body took care of me like a rotting corpse,
As it threw me into the gruesome cemetery of my own mind
Where the trees even screamed for help as their roots ****** up the poison from toxic bodies like mine.
Every last leaf that fell that fall was due to our toxins.
I was not alone in this cemetery of mental health abandonment;
there appeared to be more people than you can count on your fingers and toes or even at night like sheep.
All of their bodies had left them like a family too lazy to attend their own family members funeral.
This lonesome cemetery was full of lonesome people like me.
We all were just there for
Help.
So we popped a few happy pills or two, and in that moment our cemetery turned into a luscious forest where the flowers couldn't even stop laughing.
We had made our cemetery into a future for others like us.
Our cemetery was then named
"Mental Health Awareness".
It was our safe haven some may say it was even our therapy oasis.

By. Lauren

Muscles are the gift you where blessed with.
Muscles are the gift I was robbed of before I had the pain staking opportunity to even learn what they where for.
You take your body for granted,
But for me I watch daily as mine deteriorates.
For you there is no worry about your health.
Sadly, for me I look down and wonder when my legs will give out.
I wonder when I am going to collapse next.
I may be young, but I know the pain of imagining when I will die.
My body
Will be the end of me
And that
Terrifies me.

By. Lauren

The word youth,
Meaning the period between childhood and adult age.

Those very years sparked a flame in my heart causing the tenderness of my love for you.

Our youthful passion caused a yearning for the enchantment of later life.

My heart cherished every last relishing moment of those youthful years with you, my love.

By. Lauren

Stop and look into my eyes, give me a minute of time. Hang on in there don't let me stare. Two weeks ago you lost your voice. All that was left of you was the light in your eyes telling the world that you were not okay. They stared into your eyes like a midnight sky. You beard the truth no one could stand. Their world broke you in two. Their world made you into a catastrophe of missing sound. Your missing voice was the only scream for help that they could hear that night. His hands left scars in your mind deeper than a razor blade to skin. Your body spoke the truth. If only they had opened their eyes wide enough to see. He was there for you the world will say. If he was there for me then why do I bear these scars you will scream. Asking for a answer is like searching for clean water in Africa. It's nearly impossible! The world has their own truth, but it won't line up with your puzzle piece. After he rapped you, you where stuck searching for your voice. After he rapped her she was left searching for more details to the story to tell her friends. After he rapped the next girl. The police went hunting for a reason to shut her up. Your voice will never be the same. They say ignorance is bliss. If that's the case then why is the world searching for that river of sorrow you felt that night.

By. Lauren

Falling in love with a poet is like falling down an endless hole.
As the black and white stripes spin all around,
Your mind is soon engulfed in their literature for you and you alone, so they say.
Except, falling in love with a poet means
You aren't the only one to fall down their rabbit hole of happy day poetry.
"When I look into your eyes I see a sunrise of warmth, happiness, and the love I have for you. You are my world in which my heart keeps beating. Without you I may as well be dead."
Falling in love with a poet is just a game.
It's an opportunity to write a few poems or two.
But, falling in love with a poet has no true feelings except for the shallow expressions shown in their poetic devices.

By. Lauren

They ask you what you want to be,
But
How do you explain
That you want to specialize in the exact
Thing you suffer from?
Because, you want to pursue a job
In which
Requires your blood to defy
It's own laws of gravity.
Because, every time you stand,
Your blood pools in a formation that would
Drown even the most talented of swimmers.
Your heart has to fight
Simply to keep you upright,
Yet you want to pursue
A dream
Going against all that you know.
24/7 your world is spinning,
You are dizzy.
Yet, you want to treat others who feel the same as you.
Because,
In a world without risks you wouldn't last
More than 5 minutes.
You don't let PoTS define you
Nor
Should they,
So here you are.
Standing,
As your head tries it's hardest to piece the world together as it spins like a carousel.
Your heart is pumping,
126 times per minute
All in the desperate attempt to keep you standing.
You, are trying.