The Black RoseA Poem by Blue BelleSometimes when my anxiety arises, I contemplate whether to cut or take an anti-anxiety pill and I fight with myself that I am stronger than both.The moonlight shimmers
I breathe in deeply, The rain Purple light
Illuminates From the palm of my hand. It surrounds Rose And she disappears Into thin air.
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6 Reviews Added on March 30, 2013 Last Updated on May 28, 2013 Tags: mental health, mental illness, mental disorder, depression, anxiety, self-harm, cutting, medicine AuthorBlue BelleElmira, NYAboutI am thirty years old. I'm dealing with a mood disorder/depression, anxiety, an eating disorder, borderline personality disorder, self-harm, and suicidal thoughts. I love writing. and most of my works.. more..Writing
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