After I packed what I thought was everything in a bag
Lugged it on my shoulders to the nearest bus
Debated on jumping in front of it
End it while I can
Something restrained me
A being so great
A giant hate.
I didn't care if I made it there.
Check my phone, 10 minutes
Too long to hold this pain
I grab a rock....want some release
Scratched upon my skin.
Of course nothing came and before long the bus came
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Getting Better
PoetryThrough and through I have felt down, and even though this, I never thought recovery would really be this hard... Back and forth, up and down, read on to hear my struggle through out.
