My room may not be clean,
And my clothes no longer "modest",
But at least my showers don't sting,
And my voice has gotten louder.
I laugh without forcing,
I eat without running,
Although the long-term affects are there,
It's no longer prolonging.
My skin is no longer raw,
And my hair is finally growing back,
No longer are bandages sucking in my stomach,
And no longer am I itching the scabs.
I know it's not ultimately forever,
For I crave the familiar pain,
but for now I'm clean,
and for now I'll be okay.
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Poems and Word Vomit
PoésieJust a place for me to store and save my messy thoughts that sometimes come out poetically. Mostly for me but you can read it, too. :)) Cover art drawn by me :) I didn't know what else to put as the cover so...
