the very idea of coming forward with my pain scared me. i was afraid to get help. i thought my feelings weren't important enough. i thought there are people worse off than me. then i cracked by the words and actions of a leader in my life. it was like the poisonous cherry on top. it set everything around me that i was holding up, crumbling all to the ground i struggled to walk on. and then when i thought it was time to ask for help, i was denied. i was sent back. i was told that they would speak to me again but they're sorry. and to have the words of someone you need help from to scar you after you've just been burnt, can kill every single cell inside of your body. i needed help after years of denying it. and when i finally seek it out i was pushed away. and that wouldn't hurt as much if the promise was followed through. but it wasn't. and i sat on my bed as the poison seeped into my blood. and i don't think i can ever get it out. and i will sit here believing it's my fault.
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sickly sweet
Poetrythis is a book of poems or thoughts/feelings i have, all written down. heartbreak, love, pain, happiness and many more emotions and feelings of emptiness are all spread out in the words of this book. each chapter has a category, you'll find pattern...
