Wednesday, 29 July 2015


Mental illness is invisible?

I wish.

OCD leaves physical scars.

Take my hand, anyway.

It isn't catching - I promise you that.

Please stay.

Beneath the moon and stars,

I pray

for friends who will love me


for who I am inside.

I feel the need to hide.

Tell me that I am okay

the way I am

right now.

Tell me that there is hope.

Tell me that you care,

and will always be there.

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