“I look at old poems and I think “someone should do something about this bleeding body”, My mouthing the space where a dead thing use to live, even now” Wow

“You have a perfect attendance record for this life”

“I will stay. I will stay.” powerful words in the face of everything that tells us to leave.

*If you who's reading this have any issues with mental health, I wish with all my heart that you get the help you need and kill the demons you're fighting.*

“The way that CRAZY called herself my name and I almost let her keep it”

“According to the paperwork, and the new prescription” Oh hun.

"I am not "clinically crazy" anymore According to the paper work And the new prescription. But theres this spot on the sidewalk along the way to work Where for almost three months there was this dead rat. And everytime i passed it, i thought "Someone should do something About this dead rat," Or "I should do something About this dead rat." But then i would hold my breath And keep walking. And almost a year later, everytime I pass it, i think "That is the spot Where the dead rat used to be. Where no one did anything For so long." I have not almost killed myself In two years and three months. But i look at old poems And i think "Somone should do something About this bleeding body." My mouth, the space where a death thing used to live Even now. When the crazy came back, She didnt throw out all the dinners. Didnt spill the wine down my boring throat. She didnt look anything Like the last time. Didnt pound the door in. She knows this house too well by now, She knows I'll let her in by nightfall. I could set my watch by the knocking. I plant dahlias in spring And come october, Panic blooms in every window box. The crazy gathers it up, Washes a vase by hand. She has learned to be a gentle house guest. To seal the windows up for winter. We could almost forgive last autum. The pills from my dead grandmother's purse, That man and his wedding ring, The way the crazy called herself my name And i almost let her keep it. This body knows fear Like a front porch knows welcome. It is always coming home. And you cannot pull the crazy out of me, The way you cannot put a flower back to bed. But this body knows withstand, Knows what the morning looks like when she says "stay". The crazy is a quitter. You have a perfect attendance record For this life. And i will stay. I will stay. "

"I have not almost killed myself in 2 years and 3 months but I look at old poems and I think 'someone should do something about this bleeding body'." I feel a version of this every time my family brings up a memory that took place when I was sadder than any of them will ever know. I think about how SOMEONE should have helped me and someone SHOULD help me but most of the time I forget that I'm most likely going to be that SOMEONE...

"This body knows fear like a front porch knows welcome. It's always coming home" That just hit hard... The trauma never fully goes away....

Damn, this hit hard for me. It's absolutely beautiful and I understand this struggle. Living with bipolar disorder type I. There is no cure, it can only be managed. But like all forms of management, there is no perfect style to continually manage this disorder. Episodes reoccur weather you want them to or not. Our bodies are amazing, aren't they? They can easily adjust to medications. Then your doctor ups the dosage but in time your amazing body adjusts once again. This is expected for me living with bipolar disorder. We all vary in our perspectives but I'm glad you're here to read this comment. I get really weak sometimes. I lose the battle often if we are comparing my disorder with an ongoing war. Yes, battles are loss, but the greatest victory is mine. I know that this is my victory today as I stop and take a deep breath. As my lungs expand and oxygen flows through my body, I know that I am alive. My story didn't end. If you're reading this, then you're story didn't end also. I don't care how many battles I lose, being alive today is the greatest victory in my eyes.

I just started therapy and I feel so relieved because I found somebody that I know is going to help me. I want to tell people : don’t give up and if you wanna see a therapist go for it, try to find one you feel comfortable with and if you don’t try someone else bc it’s not going to work otherwise

I put off watching this for a few days because I wasn't ready to cry yet. Finally watched it, and I'm bawling

This is so raw, the way it hits... You know you've not been "there" alone.

I love how she said the crazy is a quitter bc I used to struggle with wanting to kill myself but as I got older I struggled more with anger and anxiety and the way she made these words apply to way more than just suicidal thoughts is amazing.... bc everything about the crazy in me will hold me back further from where I wanna be... I love this poet. 🥺

I'm crying cause I relate to this poem so much! I hope this girl understands how precious she is and that her art matters ❤️

this is the most powerful poem i’ve heard in a while i am becoming a huge fan of brenna

thats one of the most beautiful things i ever saw

“A perfect attendance record for this life...” ❤️

Oof this one hit hard.

I always get excited when I see there's another Brenna Twohy poem to watch

Omg this is brilliant and scary... At times I like to write from another person's imagined perspective... It's hard to tell if Brenna is writing from experience or from an imagined character, or both and I love it.

amazing as always! i love brenna so much, i aspire to be half the poet she is!!!

It’s amazing that I didn’t notice that this lady and I have the same name. It’s also amazing how powerful this poem is that I didn’t look down at the title until the poem ended.

It’s been years, but I always come back to this for strength. Brenna Twohy, you are my favorite poet. I have your Swallowtail book and I want Zigzag Girl but I can’t find a copy anymore. Love from the Philippines!

Love this. What is crazy anyway? We throw the term around far too often.

OMG... I didn't understand all the words (I'm brazilian, I don't speak english very well), but with what I understood I can say that I know this feeling so much...I walk trought this so many times, I deal with this in so many ways. Now, crazyness is a gentle guest around here too. And the words I didn't understand... I feel in my guts, in my stomach, in my chest, in my throat, in my heart. And today is beeing a hard day. Now it's night. So I can say that "it's be a hard day's night"

The death rat part is relateble af!!! I used to pass two death rats and search birds on the side of the road and i always thought; " somebody (inclusief me) should do something about this" But i kept passing them for a year. And day by day i wish i was those death rats or Birds....🖤 BUT i try to better myself more tho💗

I love her poetry so gd much. This one hit hard bc I’ve been depressed and I’ve Been There. I really hope she feels better

Stunning

I so relate to this poem! I understand how the crazy comes and goes in different forms. I haven’t gotten the papers and prescription that say I am not crazy yet, though.

Thank you Brenna. This hit hard.

Wow....Just....wow

Incredible.

Amazing work stay strong lovely!

I know this well. Much love.

I love how there was a weight loss ad before playing the video.

Very nice!

Simply amazing

"This body knows fear"

Loved it!

there’s a reason there’s no dislikes on this poem

Idk if she will ever see this comment... but thank you... you were one of my reasons I stayed

Deep

Oh god ...

🖤❤🖤❤

Whoahhhh the dead rat part wowow felt that

That creazy sounds like me

This flowed nicely from your not so empty lips. :)

❤❤❤❤❤❤

I’m so confused about what this is about

Oh yeah it's always fun when the crazy comes back...

Hmm I don't understand this one

Divine warning from The Creator of the Heavens and Earth.. You are created in perfect likeness so preserve the body you are appointed to... Your Blood is Not Your Own.... Peace. & Love

Jesus is our lord and savior

Meh, I'm bored of button poetry. It's the same shit over and over again.

Love this. What is crazy anyway? We throw the term around far too often.