Recovery is hard. But it's worth it. So put down your razor blade, put away the scale, eat something. You ask why recover? There's so many answers to that question, and I'm sure you hate most of them. You don't want me to say faith, future, you, love, any of that. So if you -w-o-n-'-t- (cross that out) CAN'T recover for yourself, recover for someone else. For your family. Your friends. Your followers and all those other random people on Wattpad. The people who are kind enough to see a comment saying "Why stay here?" and immediately reply, saying that even if it seems like nobody else cares, they do. And they say that to a random stranger who they've never even heard of before! So recover for those ridiculously nice people who care about total strangers. Recover for the girls and boys who will never get the chance to recover themselves. Recover for the future victims. It WILL be worth it. Someday, you will see. I know, because that's what happened to me.
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PoetryPoems. Death, suicide, depression, cutting, sadness, loneliness, bullying, hope, religion, love, tears, pain, joy, and more. Read if you want poems and maybe a few one-shots too. But if you want everything to have perfect rhymes, sorry. Look somewhe...
