If I survive the night,
I promise I'll be alright,
I will no longer give up,
And I won't give in and cut,
I won't fake anymore smiles,
I'll make sure life is worthwhile,
I will no longer lie to you,
I'll forget about what I've been through,
I promise I can be okay,
I can make it through another day,
At least...I think I can.
It's a shame no-one gives a damn.
They say they do, but do they know me?
They don't know how I am when I'm lonely.
If I survive the night,
I promise I'll be alright,
But I promised I wouldn't lie...
And I'm sorry if this is a goodbye,
But I might not be able to survive tonight.
A/N: I try to take each day as it comes...but there's too much in my head.

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My Poems: Butterflies Mean Recovery
PoésieMy second collection of poetry. This is about recovery, but also about my life. I'm a bit like Taylor Swift when it comes to poetry: if you hurt me, you will be written about. Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 2013 - InkButterfly