Wishing and wondering
Everyday spent
Not knowing the unknowable
Because that's what they said
Everyone preaches
to untrust and unlove
"because everyone you have now
won't be there again"
so push away from those
who make you feel whole
because what if they don't,
and one day they're gone?
The secret is out
and you're left all alone
Maybe they make a point,
maybe there is no real home.
But as much as everyone inside me disagrees
Sometimes trust must come naturally
Anyone could tell anyone, anything
it's human nature, really
No one is ever 100% safe
we know that, we've lived it
Every day, it's almost futile
And yet we breathe anyways
There's a beauty in survival
that not everyone gets to see.
It's not the beauty of the feeling,
but the necessity of it all
I wish things came easier
because maybe then
you wouldn't be 15 and angry
that you never had a chance to grow up
and truly learn to heal
But learning to trust starts that process,
whether you like it or not
We all know this runs deeper
than what meets the eye
Healing starts whenever you choose to start it
but you're allowed to get help for it
Isolation means that you're alone with the demons
that haunt your dreams, making it so much worse
it can't hurt to let someone else in
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Remembrance
Poetrya poetry collection that somewhat follows my path into recovery. i'm not saying i'm there yet, or anywhere near 'mentally okay,' but i'm getting closer every day. TW for mentions of childhood trauma, abuse, divorce, self harm (no details, just a ref...
