I know you mean well and you have my best interests at heart,

but my dear, 

it seems I have entirely fallen apart.

I am shattered glass that you could easily cut yourself on if you tried to fix me,

and I just want to make it clear,

how much I adore thee.

Even when my heart grows hardened and I’m unbearable to around,

you’re there,

and you’re there without a frown. 

The voices tell me I should give it up,

but I don’t listen,

because you’re always there to tell them to shut up. 


About zedmondson

Zoe. 22. Australia. I'm writing to share my experiences with Bipolar Disorder with others. I believe in fighting stigma surrounding mental illness. I believe in being able to wear my heart on my sleeve; or on my blog. And I believe in myself. That's what my blog is all about. Hope you enjoy x View all posts by zedmondson

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