Dear mom and dad I'm sorry I think I was born broken You might think otherwise And I know it is true I know I was not born broken
How else could you explain Why When I was 15 I beat the eating disorder that could have killed me Proved it was not the only way To live Why Three years later I found a reason to live again Found myself a full-time job Traveled to foreign countries Applied to college Learned a new language Learned to be happy again When I thought happiness Was just a dream Why Sophomore year of college The world threw me a curveball And I couldn't dodge it But I tried so ******* hard To heal the wounds it left Reached out to friends For the first time Found a counsellor and a psychiatrist Learned to ask for help And learned That help is there When I need it the most Why Now I take pills three times a day In the hope That they will make me happy Because I'm trying my best to become The happy person The successful person The calm person I know I can be Know I have been
How else could you explain Why Every day My memories are tinted with With the knowledge of all I have survived The knowledge of all I have accomplished The knowledge that it can get better I care so much That you care And when I feel like I hurt you I remind myself That I am not the burden I think I am
I'm sorry I think I was born broken But I'm not sorry I am me On my way to becoming The person I want to be Know I can become
This poem is a response to my poem "Born Broken." When dealing with mental illness makes me feel broken, I try to remember what I've accomplished and how I've survived and learned from difficult experiences.