Stories

Underneath my ink are stories, of places my mind has been.
Of battles I have faced alone, in a world that is unseen.
Unseen not because it’s rare, or invisible to the eye;
But unseen because the reality of it, makes people think you want to die.

Simone Brick 7/20/19 Simone Brick 7/20/19

I am human

So yes I have thoughts that are dark and absurd,
And my grasp on reality is shaky and blurred.
But I promise this scares me much more than it scares you,
So before you try to judge what I have been through:

Try to see that I don’t choose to live my life this way.
I don’t choose to struggle to make it through each day.
I am exactly the same person I was before you knew.
I have as mental illness, but I’m still just as human as you.