I Promise

I still get the urges,
I still wanna do it,
Make the wrong choices,
And ruin my life,
More then its already is. 
I still think of doing it,
With out any regrets,
I think of the relief,
And how I might disappear,
Then I wonder what happens 
after,
When they find out,
That I'm not 'ok',
That I'm not 'normal' anymore.
It stops me. 
I had a great life!
Friends!
A strong family!
And a beautiful body, without 
scars,
And now... I lack it all. 
I ruined it all! And 
I still get the urges! 
Does that make me selfish?
No.
It would make me selfish,
If I gave into those urges.
Because I don't need, 
It.
Any of it. 
I can survive on my own.
And I'm going to prove it to 
you.
To all of you. 
I promise.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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