Have you ever downed that bottle, in it the most bitter of drinks that could burn your throat to ashes...
Have you ever taken that blade, watched yourself bleed over and over...
Have you ever snapped and screamed out so loud, the world took you to an asylum...
Have you ever cried, minutes and hours days that your tears stop flowing and only your heart groans...
Have you ever felt so much pain deep inside, that there was Nothing else left to Fear?

...I have been there, am there, often...
But am slowly,
Coming alive again.
My skin is healing.
I  Breath.
©The Unspoken