Poetry and Other Forms of Therapy
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  • Reads 802
  • Votes 39
  • Parts 109
  • Time 2h 19m
Ongoing, First published Sep 23, 2018
Mature
⚠️ HUGE TW ⚠️ This is just a blog of sorts that I've kept growing up. Some of its cheesy and really bad, but poetry kept me going when my life was crumbling around me. So, I guess you could say I'm proud of all my poetry. Even if it isn't me anymore or I'm embarrassed about some of the stuff I thought was poetic genius, it helped shape me. And honestly? That's really what poetry is.
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The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.