Sometimes
The only time I can breath
Is when my lungs are filled
Filled with thick swirling grey smoke
Sometimes
The only time I can escape my pain
Is when my lungs burn
Burn from the smoke
The smoke that clears my head
And calms my racing heart
Sometimes
The only way to make my mind still
Is when my stomach churns
Churns from the smoke that calms me
The smoke that makes me feel
More like myself than I ever felt
-the air I breathe
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Writing Until My Soul Recovers
PoetryI'm seventeen with more trauma than most my age. I haven't cut in five months but I'm struggling. My mental health is struggling and it's hard because I'm in recovery from something. But not my big problem. I'm still struggling with that and I was t...
