Mental Health Awareness Month
/The Unknown
Icu
I see you,
Do you see me?
We are very similar, even with the same dream.
I wonder who you’ll see when I am 33.
Would you see me?
Because I’ll see you.
- Color Me Tone
Another Breakdown
It's hard when you're always lying,
Always hiding the way you feel.
Losing your sight on truthful words,
Forgetting what is real.
- Poem by: Shaydee A Ault
- Image: Graziano Locatelli’s Love of Broken, Damaged Tile 07.21.16
“Genius often comes with a price.”