"Maybe in a few years, I'll be okay. Maybe in a few years, I would have mastered holding a pen and writing my thoughts down again. Maybe in a few years, I would have crossed a thing or two of off my bucket list, or a friend or two of off my contact list. Maybe in a few years, I'll be able to wear these scars on my arms proudly, as a huge "fuck you" to you and to say I've recovered. Maybe in a few years, I'll have someone by my side, and someone won't let me go to sleep wishing to die. Maybe in a few years you'll know my worth, and I'll know my worth too.
Maybe, just maybe."
YOU ARE READING
A MESS.
شِعرa book of scattered thoughts, words and actions. forever under construction so don't expect anything really. I'm not the best, but I love what I do & I do what I love.
