Three years ago your doctor gave you a diagnosis
You took his words and twisted them until each individual letter fell onto the floor with a loud thud
You carved the word into your skin and let it sink deep until it reached your heart
Depression
You let the word rip apart your veins and tear at your porcelain skin
You shoved the word
Sadness
Down your throat until you could no longer breath without feeling that word in every single inch of your body
Three years ago you picked up a blade and sliced through your arm
Spelling out the word
Anxiety
You let this word convulse throughout your soul
And you let it trap you in a glass box that could shatter at the slightest touch
You felt the words inside of you
And you let them break every part of you
You burned the word
Anxious
Into your brain and you let it char every bit of matter left
Three years ago your doctor gave you a diagnosis
You starved until the words were scarred into you organs in order to let you know that you were killing yourself with this word
Eating disorder
You deprived yourself of the things you needed because you thought it would **** the other words that you've placed on yourself
The doctor said that you were killing yourself
And you merely said
"Okay"

It's been three years
And you are covered in scars from the words you've carved into yourself
But the only difference is,
You're not letting these words rule over you any longer
You are strong
You are braver
You are better
Because you decided that these words do not control you
These words are not a life sentence