I am so proud of myself,
For how far I have come.
1 year and 7 months,
Since I've held that blade.
My thoughts of death,
No longer suffocate my head.
I let myself open up,
And let people in.
I'm so proud of myself,
For letting you go.
I realized tonight,
That it just wasn't right.
I don't want to lose you,
In a friend kind of way.
But my feeling for you,
Have died away.
I might not be happy with who i am,
But I'm proud of how far,
I made it through this life.
How much I've lifted myself up,
I'm okay with me.

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Just some poetry
PoetryPoems collected from the jumbled up thoughts inside my brain.