Maybe life is bad right now. But it wasn't always this way. Oh god no, there were lovely memories. There were days when I was happy. When I laughed, and smiled, and sang, and skipped, and hugged, and held hands, when I felt everything, and meant it all. There were days when my mind was carefree and my hands weren't tainted and my shirts were sleeveless.
And I am not there right now, I am farther back than I want to be. But I will be there again. I know there will be tastes of happiness again and I will be using my shovel to plant flowers instead of digging my grave. Don't you dare underestimate my strength. I will get there again, and you will see my scars painted in gold.
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Recovery
Teen Fiction“I know I’m recovering, but there are still times my skin itches to be ripped apart. There are times I think about killing myself. I mean, I wouldn’t put a bullet through my brain, I guess it’s just because I want a break, an escape. I want to get a...
