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Yellow
Before I was wreckage
Too broken for fixing
I was overtaken by emotions
A storm of nervousness
When reaching for the door
To talk was no more than war
Sadness was classified
The storms would stay
But everyone would leave
Runaway
To solitude
But never return
For it must be too dangerous
To smile my way
But when I was almost gone
I found an escape
A journey to other dimensions
To be able to create my own worlds
In the words that I speak
To find my voice but with a pen in my hand
I was able to demand
Joyus to the world
But most importantly to oneself
I would soon be whole again
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This piece is about my mental illness, in the beginning of this poem I sat in my room staring at a blank piece of paper just praying something would come to me. Nothing did, but as I looked back in my pile of journals for inspiration, I realized something that I potentially have never realized before, and that was that writing really saved my life. As an escape, this is my way of expressing how mental illness has changed my life not only in horrible ways but how it also brought such joy to my life, as well.