"Visible"

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

anyway,

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.