Two years ago today
I was a slave of compulsion
A victim of disorder
This was when it all went wrong
A year ago today
I was high
Finally I could see beyond the pain
I was hopeful
I was happy
I was healing
Or maybe it was just the drugs
Today
I’m still breathing
Allowing myself to survive another night
My thoughts are entangled with darkness
Hope is nearly gone
The sun hasn’t even set
But I’ve already wanted to cut
Already contacted suicide prevention
Maybe in a year
Things will be better
Assuming
Of course
I’ve stuck around
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 6:54 PM UTC
Two years ago today
I was a slave of compulsion
A victim of disorder
This was when it all went wrong
A year ago today
I was high
Finally I could see beyond the pain
I was hopeful
I was happy
I was healing
Or maybe it was just the drugs
Today
I’m still breathing
Allowing myself to survive another night
My thoughts are entangled with darkness
Hope is nearly gone
The sun hasn’t even set
But I’ve already wanted to cut
Already contacted suicide prevention
Maybe in a year
Things will be better
Assuming
Of course
I’ve stuck around
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