That day was better I suppose.
Better than the others
But I still felt the searing heat on my skin.
Still felt a thousand needles prickling into my skin with every step I took.
Still felt the blades of grass dig into the bottom of my feet like razor shards. Until my feet were a bloody mess.
I still felt as if an unwanted creature had made it's home in my ribcage, and was now ripping me apart from the inside.
Trying to get out of its prison.
Still got teary-eyed whenever my thoughts strayed, to that.
But today was better, today I let myself feel it all.
Today I didn't let it stop me from trying to live, I did not stay in a constant slumber begging for my brain to forget.
Today I lived, or what felt like living after years of feeling dead.
Today was better and so will tomorrow.
