As I went to sleep that night,
I dreamt of beautiful wonders,
like love and happiness, taking flight,
and the smiles of future lovers.
I didn't think of my family dressed in black,
and what people would say,
I didn't cut down on another snack,
or plan on ripping my skin away.
It never even crossed my mind.
[ I only thought of how life is kind. ]
Only until I woke up the next day,
I realised with a happiness so deep,
that my depression had fallen away,
and I slept how normal people sleep.
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My Poems: Butterflies Mean Recovery
PoetryMy 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
