you're ... like some wildflower growing out of the garden, untended, left to fend for yourself most of the time, to pray for the right amount of rain & sunshine b/c no ones there to water & nurture you.
no one tells you what its like to be self aware of your mental illness. i know im irrationally angry and i know im just being paranoid and its the tiny piece of rational mind i have left and the unstable part of me fighting each other every second and i just want it to stop
