Pastor pastor,
Would you believe it if I told you it wasn't the cat, it was me?
Dad dad,
What would you say, if I told you I was far from okay?
Mother mother,
I'm sorry I lied and said I was sick, that I can't eat. I just know that if I did eat, I would be sick. I hate eating, I'm sorry.
Sister sister,
I'm sorry I couldn't swim with you today, my cuts have gone deeper, they're no longer just on my wrists.
I'm truly sorry for letting the darkness consume me. I'm sorry for letting it control me. I don't know how to stop it anymore. I'm sorry I live in darkness, it seems I've lost the light.
XOXO sweetly_broken_ 💕
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Bittersweet Memories
PoetryThis is just a collection of my thoughts and feelings. I struggle with anxiety, depression, self-harming, eating disorders, and insomnia, and suicidal thoughts. If these things will be triggering for you, then please be cautious and careful. I Love...
