A Year Ago I Couldn't Have Said This; But I Want to Live

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Note: This is a really personal one and a really sad one. If you're triggered by any mention of self harm, don't read this poem.

If I could change the past,

I would have turned my wounds into tattoos

So that I could adorn myself with art instead of scars.

I remember all of the choked out sobs

As I looked in the mirror

Because I thought I looked like a man

Or a monster

Whatever I was, I was not good enough.

And I punished myself for my imperfections

Until the punishment became a routine.

This is what addiction looks like.

Pain, then relief, then nothing.

I was losing myself in everything I should have been

And I know it's wrong to dwell on the past but that's one thing I wish I could take back.

I remember when I decided enough was enough.

I could no longer hurt those who cared for me because I was selfishly hurting myself.

But stopping felt like drowning and I realized this is what withdrawal feels like.

There is no pain greater than this

But there is no relief great than getting past this.

I remember the months I locked myself away

As I tried to fix myself

But I was still crying

And I was still despising

But I didn't have a release anymore.

And let me tell you, that was hard.

Even months after I put down the blade

I picked up the phone to see a text

From my boyfriend that read

"I know you stopped cutting

But you never stopped self harming

I know the way you think about yourself"

And that was the reality check I needed.

I tucked away the need to fit in

And the need to be somebody

Because I don't have to be anybody but myself

There is nothing more freeing than saying "I don't care what people think."

And this is what joy feels like

Because I am not destroying myself

I am thriving

I have become the sun lighting up the future that I once thought was so dark and I am making my own path

The future's not so scary when you're the one who's in control.

I know that I may not be what everyone wants me to be but that doesn't matter anymore

If I let myself get caught up in dealing with my worries

Then dealing is all I'm doing

And I'm not living, just existing.

I don't want to merely exist.

I want to live.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 25, 2014 ⏰

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