This time last year,
I was still in hospital.
This time last year,
I was afraid to take pills because I overdosed just a few months before,
This time last year.
Next year, when I feel compelled to tell this story again,
It'll start with "this time two years ago."
Though I doubt I'll have forgotten the dates by a year after that,
I may feel less compelled to tell the story,
Though if I did, it would start with,
"This time, three years ago."
Eventually will come a time,
When I won't remember what time of year I went through these things, and my stories will start with,
"Some years ago."
Eventually, as yet more time passes,
I will forget these dates. These times, last year.
For they will be so far behind, so long into my past,
That they'll merely be a distant part of me.
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A cry for help
PoetryJust a little poetry compilation in progress. ------••------ Trigger warning- Depression. Self harm. Suicide. Break ups. Alcohol. ------••------ All poems are my own. ------••------ The model in the photograph is Ash Bournes- the photo taken by...
