The Come Up by Tasmiya

I tried to tell, I was sick but not physically. The pricks, the cuts, the cotton balls soaking blood wasn't painful, Painful was the thing in my mind. I was sick there, I wanted to be rescued, and they did try to rescue me  But they dint diagnose me right. It wasn't the physical pain which was killing me, it was the mind, the soul, the heart, I wanted to be healed, I still want to But no one prioritized the mental health, not even so called doctors- My heart palpated like its in a race  My breath wanted to stop at once  My eyes were blur My legs were trembling My brain felt like there is some insect roaming around in it My legs had no strength  My spinal cord felt broken Yes, I was terribly sick but not physically. I wanted to be healed, I tried to tell.

Sometimes you will have to remove yourself from peoples lives without goodbyes. No, that is not cowardice, but rather the bravest step you are taking.