Slits on my arms

My eyes seeing a knife

To my carotid, all the time.

The way people acted around me

Haunting my thoughts all day. 

Conjured up terrifying images

That seem so real and it could kill me

There’s nothing poetic about that.

I am strongly against romanticizing of mental illness. Its kinda pathetic. I mean mental illness is not beautiful at all. Anyway, do check out poetryhive for the prompts