They say she walks here and there
Wandering aimlessly through darkened rooms and silent halls
They say if you listen with your tears you can hear her faint cries into the darkness
They say if you close your eyes you can feel her desperately clinging to a fleeting hope
They say if you stand still enough you can feel her worn out shoues upon your feet
She dares you to walk a mile in them
But these are just rumors right
But these are just urban legends right
Flights of fancy
Scare tactics
You're exagerating
You're making it all up
They are not
They are all true
It is all true
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The Road To Recovery Is Muddy
PoetryAn ongoing journey through mental illness and the daily thoughts and struggles that accompany it