UNTITLED
These are the things I no longer wish to understand:
1.The painful feeling of goose-bumps on my skin as piping hot water slides down my body and washes away my perceived dirtiness.
2.The sweetness of the release I feel when the blade I keep handy does what I ask it to.
3.The burden of truth I feel when the dangers of the world continue to make themselves known to me.
4.The drowning feeling I encounter when I'm surrounded by people who appear to be inhaling happiness that I can't taste.
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Picking Up The Pieces
PoetryAn anthology of poems written by me. The uploads will be in 2 parts. The Before is part 1, and The During and The After will be part 2. This is the story of my recovery from PTSD, An Eating Disorder, and Sexual Assault.
