Today, I agreed to recovery.
I have thrown away all knives, nails, and blades
I have decided to not listen to the voices in my head
Not fully at least.
I know the fight isn't over
I know I still have a long way to go
But I'm ready
I'm ready to fight
I have wonderful people at my side
Who I know will help me when I can't
I'm accepting I have problems that
If I continue will kill me.
I don't want to die with an empty stomach
I don't want to die because I pushed too hard
I want to die loved
Surrounded by my family and friends
My children and my husband
I don't want to die young
I want to recover.
YOU ARE READING
A Story Told, But Never Really Heard
PoetryThis is me. With no boundaries I reveal myself and hopefully save myself. I'm not sure whether I am writing this for you, or for me, but I hope it makes an impact none the less.
