Recovery
Life is going great.
I've walked past the gate.
Let go of my fears,
stopped all of my tears.
I still have thoughts,
and I mean a lot,
but I fight them
by thinking of him.
I smile at everyone,
remembering I'm not the only one.
I laugh everyday,
hoping it stays this way...
But I know it won't.
Please... Don't
let this moment go.
I know you will though...
You take things so lightly,
so I'm gonna steal this slightly.
I take the knife,
ready to end my life.
You finally realize that I'm not okay,
and finally speak up and say,
"Stay strong young lady.
Don't do something crazy."
My eyes start tearing up,
I need help standing up.
"Thank you, it's so hard...
When your heart is still in shards."
"I know, that's why we need to go slow.
We're here for you, you know?"
I've always known this.
I've just never been good at this.
Asking for help is not me,
but I need help, you see.
I've been doing good,
stopped cutting, and started eating food.
Let's keep it this way,
looking forward to a new day.
Smile like there's no tomorrow,
leave behind the sorrow.
Copyright © Ana Jusino | Year Posted 2013
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