I began to recover.
No more fresh cuts.
Eating enough.
Then my drepression scrape.
My anxiety got worse.
I was doing so well.
Then I got hurt.
I fell in love with self destruction.
So when I fell in hard times.
I said **** recovery.
I grabbed the blade.
I skipped meals.
The blood,
The scars,
The hunger,
The pain.
Gave me power.
Yet again I say hello my old friends.