My Poems: Butterflies Mean Recovery

Dark Days

Yes, I have my dark days

Not to mention my dark ways

My story's not at all cliche

Because you're the predator, I'm the prey

Sometimes I give in

I look at the scars on my precious skin

And remember what I have been

But at least I know I'm tryin'

I used to be "depressed"

Which made me feel different from the rest

I was lonely, lost and stressed

The opposite from the best

And yes, I have my dark days

Along with my dark ways

I try not to worry about what I weigh

Because I musn't let myself decay

There are days I don't give in

I cover up the scars on my skin

They show what I have been

Instead I hide behind a grin

I was once "depressed"

Now I realise I'm the same as the rest

A little bit different nonetheless

But in my own way, I'm the best

Because, yes, I have my dark days

And sometimes I have my dark ways

But I promise I will always stay

And I know it's gonna be okay.