Three big breaths
counting down
one last step
you know their coming,
all those thought you've been running from.
And you are crying
crying
It feels so odd
you're up so high
You feel like jumping
and you're so afraid
so afraid
but you made a choice today
Two more breaths
counting down
so close to one
you come undone
body shaking
soul is quaking.
and you're on the run
you remember what they said
because you love them
even in the times when you couldn't stand yourself
you remember the day
you realized you are ugly
and you Will never be the person you built inside your mind
you remember the pain
you felt so sorry
but the blood always eased a troubled mind.
Do you remember all those pills?
ever hour of everyday
you wouldn't take
you couldn't take
because they made it real
and the hospital bills
The hospital bills
you had to pay for that week you stayed
to protect you from yourself
But you've made your choice
One last breath
you whisper one
and step back
from the edge
you've decided to live.
YOU ARE READING
Tell it Like it is
PoetryMy story, memories, and poems. It is all unedited, sorry. A lot of it is poems. I will organize it later. For now I will put symbols by memories and my story(∆). Trigger Warning: This book talks about cutting, E.D., psych-wards, burning, mild schizo...