it’s not knowing which way is right or left it’s not knowing how to maneuver your own mood swings it’s trying to find your way through a dark maze during the night with not an ounce of light to guide you
it’s suicidal tendencies it’s never thinking you’re enough it’s thinking you’re ***** it’s thinking you’re useless it’s thinking you’re used its thinking you’re undeserving
it’s icing people out at the second you start to feel emotion it’s numbing yourself to the world it’s laying in bed it’s not being able to move your body for days on end because the pain strikes to the bone it’s aches
its going a year out of treatment and you were strong until the anniversary month roles around and suddenly you are a glass house with stones being pelted to the core
it’s lost years years of life I may never fully remember
it’s nightmares the gut wrenching ones that night replaying over and over and over
but most of all
it’s guilt for not being able to save my 7 year old self