It's been a while,
Old dairy of mine
I thought I'd long forgotten you,
Like those friends who come and go
Like the feral cat I left outside
Who claws and spits
Leaving scars on my arms
Ripping away the new ones,
And making them bleed again
I left you behind,
Old diary of mine
I didnt need you anymore,
Or so I did think
Like the mutt who begs and pleads,
Me not to leave
But I did
So what now?
Will you come back?
Or leave me be?
God knows either way I'm fucked.
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Sertraline
PoetryHUGE TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS ONE - Themes include: Drug Use and Overdose, Suicide and Depression, Self-harm and Abuse. [PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION]
