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Jul 2014
Now
This year
my Brain ****** me over
my Brain warred against itself
my Brain tried to **** me and I felt like it succeeded

Now I have bruises on my hands
and scars lining my body
and scars lining my psyche
and

Now I know that recovery is accepting myself as broken
I felt ******* crazy
and sanity is not in my vocabulary
but neither is self-destruction,
now.
My brain's gonna come for me again, I know it. Next time I wont be a bottle ready to blow. I Hope.
Written by
Mars
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