100 days
I️ fought the demons
100 days I️ battled my self hatred
slayed the poison thoughts of my own brain
100 days I️ ignored my loveless family
100 days I️ called this place home
All it took was one small fight
To him a minor in significance
To me the reason I️ started it all
100 days I️ stayed strong only one day it took for me to fall
All of the work drained down the bathtub along with the blood from my opened scars
My thoughts left bleeding
My shaking hands heeding to the demands of my broken mind
Left shattered by you uncaring
My hands drag across my skin like an everyday reflex
declaring my recovery as none
YOU ARE READING
Meaningless words He will never hear
PoetryMy heart laid out in the table so here it is some harsh words that need to be heard....... Warning possible triggers!!
