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