Im tired! Book of Poems And Thoughts.

4Months, 26Days, 22Hours

4 Months

26 Days

And 22 Hours

All Just Went Down The Drain.

It Almost Feels As If It Didn't Happen,

As If I Didn't Just Take My Dads Box Cutter Off The Fridge

And Do The Unspeakable.

But I Did.

And All I Feel Now Is Numbness.

And Honestly I Can't Believe I Let It Take Over Again!

I Was Doing So Well And I Let The Thoughts Back In.

All Over Again,

Now I Must Redo Everything

The Sadness

The Numbness

The Endless Nights Of Crying

The Fear Of Someone Seeing

The Relapse.

Oh, The Relapse.

That's What's Scares Me The Most

I'm Afraid That I Won't Be Able To Let Relapse Back Into My Life.

That I Will Never Stop.

I Will Keep At It

Never Ending

And It's All My Fault.

And With That I Will Just Stop

Because What Am I Supposed To say To This??

I Did It To Myself And Now I Don't Know What To Do.

I'm Sorry

But I Lost My Battle With Relapse.