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 Dec 2015 Izzy Broaden
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 Dec 2015 Izzy Broaden
Kara Jean
Destructive thinking,
hollow eyes and bleeding thighs,
eight months thrown away.
A little haiku because I'm too shaken up to write anything else.

God I hate myself.
Addicted.

Every month.

This month it's been every week.

I can feel myself learning.

I've learned to rebuild.

Rebuild. Relapse. Rebuild. Relapse.

But when will I stop going back.

Relapse.

-InTheWorldOfCyn
It's been a while now,
I'm not the same person from before.
I'm still alive somehow,
And I know that on the inside I'm torn.

This broken path has led me far,
Going down heavy-hearted.
My body leaves many scars,
But I'm better off from where I started.

I didn't know one could hurt so much,
Or hurt so many in the process.
If I had only knew that with just one touch,
I would ever be so thoughtless.
 Dec 2015 Izzy Broaden
Ciarra
It starts on day one

The hardest moment in your life.
Is stepping up.
Throwing away the blades.
Flushing the pills.
Breaking the lighters.
Healing the wounds.

Day one is the most important.
Right after day two.

But my darling.
What if I don't make it to day one?
I need to remember I am strong
I've survived the war of my mind
I may be limping
But the daggers didn't pierce my dignity
That has to count for something
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