So I haven’t really been on lately, because of family issues so I got my laptop taken away and such. Well, I did this thing on instagram where it was a contest for the best recovery poem and I didn’t win *tears*. But here’s the poem I wrote for the contest. Hope you like it. (By the way, it got weird and turned from 1st person to 3rd. So I don’t really know what happened there .-.)
My tears fill the empty hole in the floor, As I say to myself – please no more. The blade lay silent on the bed, rusted and my blood stained it red. This is a place called hell, where theres someone ringing a bell, I am told. Nobody realizes that I am just scratched up gold. Recovery is all it takes when you believe you can make it, but baby please, don’t make that slit. We know you can survive this madness, just promise you wont leave us in sadness. Just throw them away and forget all the pain, remember all the things you have yet to gain. Recovery is all it takes my darling when lots know you’re here, you should probably smile because they also hold you very dear. It has been 4 months now, you have done it, and we all thank the lord that you haven’t made those cuts or that slit.