Belladonnas Charmed fragrant leaves unfolding tear streaked belladonnas Wishing upon scarred moonbeams You rise up from streams of stars A brightness so illuminating
He sees only her ephemeral beauty adoring her sweet smile, and still love trumps a powdered world-- where a mind is darker than a pill ugly girls weep under faces of snow
This is a story about my experiences having schizophrenia and recovering. I hope to shed light on the reality of the illness, and also on what is preventing my family member from treatment.