You thought you were bad.
You thought you were the worst.
But I have had days where I cannot wake
From the internal pain,
Where I breathe that fast
I cannot move,
Where I cannot speak without screaming;
And still I know
I am not the worst.
You believed you were broken
When you merely had cracks;
Pain dripping in slowly
But able to fix it.
Broken is hitting bottom
And sinking further still.
Don't tell me you've been broken.
I was falling when I left you
And I hit the ground. Hard.
Pieces of myself shattering across the floor.
Blood spilling.
Tears running.
You have no idea
What broken is.
YOU ARE READING
Depression/ Suicide/ Self harm / recovery Poems
PoetryA collection of poetry to show people the pain some people go through, I go through. A place where I can release the pain within me and show you all that recovery is possible. I love and care about all of you xx
