five years
since i’ve written on this page
Its my story of a teen girl midst ideation
15 years old I was scared of my own brain
felt as if evolution failed on me
how could i want to die
when every cell in my body was made to want to stay alive.
I’m 20 now
I can’t believe i made it out.
This page is now a testimony for myself
My brain is protecting me now
I can’t remember the memory
but they speak to me through my young words. no matter how poorly written.
Just here to say my life is now beautiful
There is no cage.
The peace I feel.
Writing is memory
and a way out.