I promise
I promise I won't again
I promise
This time, I stopped for good
I'll keep my body safe from harm
Because I see I must be whole
To save my soul
And if I see another quick escape
I'll stop myself and know
Giving in would be a huge mistake
But to resist, a chance to grow
I'll try to stop working against myself
And forgive the person I blame the most
If I am my own enemy
I'll also be my remedy
I won't stop giving all my best
Until the world can see me glow
I don't ever have to rest
Until I can let my true self show
This promise I make to myself
So please believe me
When I say I'll keep it
I know I haven't always been that trustworthy
But please believe me
When I say I tried my best
I know I failed before
But just look at me now
If I can make it to a thousand days
I have clearly found my ways
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There isn't much to say, except maybe that I wrote this on 960 days clean and not a thousand. But if I can make it that far, another 40 days feel like nothing.
In general, I usually don't feel like self-harm is an important part of my life anymore. I'm moving on.
There still are and will always be hard days, but overall, I'm much better. I feel weirdly disconnected to the whole topic, like I… like I'm far into recovery. I suppose I am.
YOU ARE READING
It does get better.
PoetryPeople say it will get better. But to be fair, most of them never were in your place. They say you will get happy again, but how can they know? I've struggled with trauma, mental illnesses, and self harm for many years. These are (mostly) poems - ab...
