Five years.
Five years ago it began.
Five years of silent pain.
Five years lost inside myself.
Eighteen months.
Eighteen months without a fix.
Eighteen months trying to resist.
Eighteen months of healing scars.
Forty three weeks.
Forty three weeks since the plan.
Forty three weeks of hiding away inside.
Forty three weeks trying to remember why I stayed.
One hundred and thirty seven days.
One hundred and thirty seven days since I found a cure.
One hundred and thirty seven days since I felt whole again.
One hundred and thirty seven days since I began to recover from it all.
No years.
No months.
No weeks.
No days, without feeling it all.
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My Heart's Prison
PoetryThis is a collection of poems from a harder time in my life. They are not exactly joyful and have many subjects that people try not to broach frequently. These are very personal, but I hope that other people out there can relate. Thank you for readi...
