Faye Rose (Author and Writer)

Samples of Poetry

These poetry pieces are to show that we are not alone in our own personal recovery journey.

We all have a story that maybe someone needs to hear.

My Goal: Break the Stigma of Mental Health and giving someone the reason to stay alive.

You Are Not Alone

This poem is to show others that what I go through and what you go through may seem and be different but we all have some similarities in life. It doesn’t have to be trauma or medical based; it can always be as simple as you having a favorite color or favorite food.

It may just be me or maybe you can relate to the battles inside your mind, while the pain of fighting tears you down.

The emotions eat you up where you don’t want to live.

The anger, the rage in your heart towards someone because they have treated you wrong.

I have been there, and I want to let you know you are not alone.

You are gift to someone you love,

You are a blessing to someone wo cares.

You may have been bullied,

You may have your own personal struggles,

You maybe are struggling with abuse. you may have had your heart ripped opened because of the wounds and scars that ended up defeating you.

Don’t believe the thoughts and voices in your mind.

Your not alone.
Your not alone.

Your not alone!!!

Fight the battles ,

Fight the thoughts.

Let go of the scars.,

For healing will come one day, even if you don’t see it now…..

A Voice:

This poem I wrote recently expressing my own personal anguish to life. How I felt when I was kid until now. This poem I hope helps others understand that mental health is a real thing and that you can get stable with the help of a professional.

A voice in my head sounds like a man.

A voice in my head telling me to die.

A voice in my head I want to give into.

A voice that is easy to cave into.

A voice….
A voice…

A voice…..

That escalates to the point I feel like I want to give up.
Even though I don’t.

Escalates to the point I can’t seem to control them.

I don’t know why they are escalating this bad.

I don’t want them anymore.

The thoughts

The voices

I want them gone.

Even if it means to taking my life.

I can’t live like this anymore.

The voice

My voice

The man’s voice

In my head fighting each other.

Do I have a reason to be here?

Do I want to fight or do I want to give in?

The voice in my head sounds like a man…..

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