Blood in my eyes. There is blood in my eyes. Somebody please get me a tissue to wipe the blood out my eyes. Born with goosebumps, and shivering dam this world is so cold. Feeling so alone when you are surrounded by hearts made of stone. Their so loud, the frantic voices in my mind. It took so much time to learn that they were coming from inside. Asked if I was alright, I said yes but I lied. My pride would not allow me to confide that these are not tears, its blood that I cry. Embarrassed, feeling confused, and disadvantaged. Trying to not panic, however bad idiosyncrasies take over because I am damaged. Visible scars acquired from impulsively thinking I am protecting myself. Really, the worst injuries are hidden for many are blind to the Critical nature of mental health. Armpits perspire profusely because anxiety and post-traumatic stress abuse me. Prescribed all these medications but they are not working. I wish there was a surgeon to remove the bevy of pain, and stop all the hurting. Years spent enduring harsh treatment. Now it is the chains but before it was the beatings. They label us crazy, and all out cretins, but I still have hope for help because I have not stopped believing! Yes, I have blood in my eyes. There is blood in my eyes. Somebody get me a tissue to wipe the blood out my eyes. Born with goose bumps, dam this world is so cold. Feeling so alone when you are surrounded by hearts made of stone.