The truth behind mental health

  A broken heart, a foolish foe, One that is written, then rewritten again. I once believed the world was full of colour, Till sorrow bled through every hue in fashion. Every weight of my heart is painted in red, Where it bled, where silence was fed. How much more do I bear this weight? Where all my insecurities were never met. Behind every smile lies a story, A story that has never been told before. With this identity issue that crosses my mind, Who am I really?, I ask again. That is not just all, I add once more, The storms in my mind that would not end. How can I simply overcome this? A heartache that can’t be put together. Written by Jocelyn Ng Shu Yee.

  All of the oceans are as deepest of blue , Yet, I’ve not seen the bluest of all. Oh, I know, that even if I fall apart, My pieces still whisper your call. The stars might forget how to shine, And volcanoes erupt into the sky. Even if I fall, I’ll still try, That my efforts are not in silence. All these feelings, I won’t ignore, For sorrow may pull at my seams. Even if my hope fades, I’ll hold on, Till my heart remember its song. So let the wind carve its name in my chest- That it remains in my mind. For it’ll light up the world, That I might catch my time to shine.

 Good and rewarding song !

 Loneliness oh loneliness, Why do you hide your face today? You once sat beside me in quiet dismay. Now joy wears a mask I barely trust. To fall is not the end, To rise is to drink from life’s bitter cup. When I am alone, loneliness arises, To what extent do I bear this pain? Fear is the greatest enemy of mine, For I am afraid of what might happen shortly. If I may but beg your pardon on this, It is not doubt, but just fear. But know this truth behind my weary eyes— I long for peace, not more goodbyes. So if I step back, it's not goodbye, Just fear—soft-spoken, asking why. Written By Jocelyn Ng Shu Yee

As emptiness emerges from its surface, A thought of it wouldn’t harm me. But I was totally at fault for it, Because, oh dear, I was alone again. A single rose can’t explain the thorns, Why not add in a little sweetness to it? As my anger slips in every day, My mood is a weather vane in a storm Darkness settles like a cloak of ice, As everything within me freeze. Like an owl in the night, Sleep stands at the door, but never enters.. An impulse that can’t be controlled, A coping skill to be learned. A flicker of fire beneath the skin, BPD, you are not my thing. Written by Jocelyn Ng Shu Yee.

I once heard life is not full of joy,  But an unending ache in the soul.  Oh, what can I say but smile through pain—  That I should agree with this perception. My mind twists and turns like a raging storm,  A cyclone without rest or end.  I wish—oh how I wish—  For someone who could truly understand. Loneliness and sorrow: threads in life’s cloth,  Yet friendship softens the path,  Am I right or am I wrong?  A thought that just comes up in my mind. I came with all I thought I knew,  Yet carry this hiccup in my heart.  I am the broken pieces that you speak of,  And still, I cherish what won’t depart. Written by Jocelyn Ng Shu Yee.