I will never grow to be like my family.
Ruthless, full of anger.
Forced love that was never real.
Reality only in the lies that kept.
Us afloat.
I will never relapse.
Into my sins and sadness. Stuck in a pit of depression.
Alone forever.
Companied only by
My twisted mind.
I will never forget my past.
It will only make me stronger.
For the journeys ahead.
In my life of optimism and hope.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. From the broken soul.
PoetryPoetry written over a time span of over ten years. This includes some of my darkest and lightest moments and the stories of others. Most deal with topics such as suicide, depression, family, eating disorders, religion, self harm, acceptance, recover...
