i'm getting better.
slowly, but i think it's happening.
i'm letting myself enjoy life finally.
but i feel so antsy
i feel empty without the pain
and i don't know how to fill that gaping wound.
i'm in class
trying to sleep the time away
as usual.
i sleep so much lately.
i don't do much with my days anymore.
but it's okay.
i'm okay.
i still get stressed
but now i know how to cope
in a way that won't hurt me.
i'm starting to love myself.
i'm finding confidence in my voice
my body
my art
slowly,
very slowly.
but it's happening.
i'm getting better.
i am growing.
YOU ARE READING
everything changes (but we all stay the same)
Poetryif my life could be replayed, if i could share my struggles over the course of time, if i could create such a thing, an endless recording of my life; it would be over hours and hours of overthinking. - (trigger warning for frequent, graphic descr...
