a_little_insane - Hello Poetry

I'm getting better. All the scars are healing. I don't have the longing, or the temptations. I'm recovering, From the unhealthy corpse I used to be. This is a recovery story, About a girl who realized She's more than what's happened to her, She's more than what she's done To herself. This is a recovery story, About a boy who doesn't think He's enough. Who thinks no one will notice If he's gone. This is a recovery story about me. My story isn't ending, It's just beginning.

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May 2, 2020

May 2, 2020 at 3:43 AM UTC

Eyelashes.

I'm getting better. All the scars are healing. I don't have the longing, or the temptations. I'm recovering, From the unhealthy corpse I used to be. This is a recovery story, About a girl who realized She's more than what's happened to her, She's more than what she's done To herself. This is a recovery story, About a boy who doesn't think He's enough. Who thinks no one will notice If he's gone. This is a recovery story about me. My story isn't ending, It's just beginning.

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she's big, almost too big. big enough to weigh more than you. she's hope, that something betters to come. that we won't be here forever. she's always there, haunting your every move. in your way, and on your lap. but always exactly where you want her. she's dying, and we have to hold onto her, before it's too late.

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Dec 4, 2019

Dec 4, 2019 at 11:58 PM UTC

pause.

she's big, almost too big. big enough to weigh more than you. she's hope, that something betters to come. that we won't be here forever. she's always there, haunting your every move. in your way, and on your lap. but always exactly where you want her. she's dying, and we have to hold onto her, before it's too late.

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it's sweet, like honey. it's pressure, on my fragile body. it's tingly, like someone running their fingers through your hair. it's magical, like nothing you've felt before.

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Dec 4, 2019

Dec 4, 2019 at 11:52 PM UTC

honey

it's sweet, like honey. it's pressure, on my fragile body. it's tingly, like someone running their fingers through your hair. it's magical, like nothing you've felt before.

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it begins with a single slice. then you start to feel it, the adrenaline. the excitment. you feel the desire, you long for more. after the longing comes more longing, longing for the feeling, desire for the rush. soon you give into the temptation. then the guilt sets in. shame about the ****** lines on your arms. shame about the scars then you remember. the adrenaline. the rush. then it begins again...

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Dec 4, 2019

Dec 4, 2019 at 11:04 PM UTC

crackers

it begins with a single slice. then you start to feel it, the adrenaline. the excitment. you feel the desire, you long for more. after the longing comes more longing, longing for the feeling, desire for the rush. soon you give into the temptation. then the guilt sets in. shame about the ****** lines on your arms. shame about the scars then you remember. the adrenaline. the rush. then it begins again...

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Depression i dont need depression, but its there. i dont want to live, but i cant leave. all my friends are here, but i am somewhere far far away.

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Oct 14, 2018

Oct 14, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC

******

Depression i dont need depression, but its there. i dont want to live, but i cant leave. all my friends are here, but i am somewhere far far away.

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my heart... it's made of glass you told me it was my fault, so it shattered. i crawled around, trying to pick up the shattered pieces, but it cut my legs, it cut my arms. it made me sick. but that's ok... right?

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Oct 14, 2018

Oct 14, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC

shattered glass

my heart... it's made of glass you told me it was my fault, so it shattered. i crawled around, trying to pick up the shattered pieces, but it cut my legs, it cut my arms. it made me sick. but that's ok... right?

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