I thought I was doing great
keeping myself from harm,
but then I took a look
at the red streaming from my arm.
I want to be happy.
I want to be free.
but I can't do it
without medication you see.
I can't be "normal"
I'll never be proud
of the things I do
when no one's around.
{m.s.}
YOU ARE READING
alone in my thoughts
Poetrythis is my way of catching my breath this is my way to stop crying this is my road to recovery this is my protection if you have something rude to say, please read another story and keep your thoughts to yourself.