Epilogue: Learning To Live.
I am learning to live life.
With the disease eating at my brain and heart.
It is hard to remember to smile some days.
I am learning to love myself for all the greatness that it is.
I am learning to live with the sickness or sadness.
I am learning to rebuild myself in the best me I can possibly be.
I am learning to live.
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PoetryShe was perfect. Well what everyone else saw was perfect. What they did not see was not so perfect. The depression, the jagged scars on her burning wrists and thighs, the tears she wept at night after the fights, the bruises left on her body by her...
