˜"*°•.˜"*°• They say my road to recovery will take a while, but after I'll feel better. Wtf is better?
Will I truly be okay, As if these visits will actually help me? Like come on now? They asked me if I thought I'd ever get better. Better how?
What does that even mean? No I don't think I'll ever get better ; but I want to. I want to see the world for what it's really worth.
I want the feeling of taking my life away to end. That's dumb isn't it? I don't believe I'll get better but i still hope to. . .
I just want to feel better before I do something I'll regret. I want to feel better before these thoughts lead me into a coffin . . . "I want to recover."
But sometimes I feel as though, if I bleed enough, the depression will flow out. . . I just believe it will help. I just can't wait until I really " Recover. " I really want to live my life. •°*"˜.•°*"˜
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Pale Soul Sea (#Wattys2018)
PoetryHe would chip away at my cold exterior dodging shards of ice until I was no longer hard, but even though he cracked through the surface. . . My heart would not melt.
