I'm better now
By far.
I guess pep talks really work
I'm completely clean
I have been for ages
A few though cross my mind
'One more time'
'Be released'
But no.
I don't give in
Not anymore.
My skin feels tight
I'll think about it
Consider it
Then think about me
And why
Why should I
What does it prove?
Then I think of the people around me,
What would they think
What would they do
Then my paranoia kicks in
Joy.
Then I'll sit down
Sit and relax
Have a nice shower
Cry
Listen to music
Go through my routine of feeling better.
I'll text my boy
He always makes me feel better
no matter what
That's a reason why I love him
He keeps me going
He makes me better
He saves me from my demons,
No
From myself.
(A/N: Happy new year readers!!!! Down here in Aus it's 2014 and the hover boards just came in 😜 Anyways hope you lovelies all stay strong and have an amazballs fantabulously happy year! Strawberry butterflies shower you all!)
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PoesíaLook this is kinda personal for me okay so if you don't like it or you think it's crap, fine. Don't read it! Honestly I don't give a damn about what people think anymore. I've taken enough bull in my life and you know what? I can't take it anymore...
