Alone

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Hi, My name is Megan Legue And this is my story. This story is to help people with a lot of things that there dealing with. this is not Romance and shit like that. This is supposed to connect to teens, children, even adults with this. If you don't know what i'm talking about, look at the description.  This is not funny so please do not joke about this. This is serious. now to show you how serious this is read this:  

I had a therapist tell me once it was

ironic how much love I gave out as I

didn't give much to myself

she laughed like self-love was a sick

joke I chuckled and cried at home

I'd someone tell me once I could not

love anyone else until I learned to love

myself this time I got to laugh

this time the stick joke was mine was me

might as well wait forever

I remember hating myself at the age of

seven journals filled to the brim with

criticisms by eight and enough pages to

stitch them into wings to fly close

enough to the Sun to see my tears turned

to steam felt the wax burn on my

shoulders and mold into thick skin I was

nine when I wanted to die 13 when I

found a solution figured that I cut my

legs enough gravity would let me go when

it didn't I tied a pillowcase around my

neck twisting like the ropes wings I

knew so well from childhood her my

heartbeat pound in my ears like a

warning drum and faith but almost

convinced myself I'd done it I started

writing I smeared my blood on every page

to remind myself that everything

beautiful has a consequence

I'd help stall the clotting long enough

to give myself to the craft and let

myself go

I've died

so many times

so when I told you that loving you

almost makes life worth it I was not

joking when I tell you but loving you

almost makes me forget how much I hate

myself

it is not poetry loving you is taking

all the love I could never give myself

and putting it to good use

it is reminding myself that if someone

can love a dying thing this way can hold

the Lazarus of my body and your face for

the way it holds back if the linking is

the Stars administer the pills absorb

the bad days and wake up smiling next to

me that I'd be trying to breathe again

if self-love is not always

or second

or even after so your love being a

guardrail on the ledge with the drawers

and hi to all the sharp things be the

body the care is my collapse Raymond

defend me the flowers you but even

though they are dying too

wait up a body clean I will always be

No

maybe teach me

Am I

you

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