Why can't I let it go?
Why can't I think of something else?
I want to be happy,
but I'm stuck here— addicted to pain.
Why do I let it define me?
I'm more than what I've been through!
—but at night I let the dreams haunt me—
I'm stuck re-living harsh truths.
I want to just let it go
I want to move on,
but I can't.
why?
Maybe I only saw myself with pain.
The girl in the mirror had been through things,
and I couldn't see her without them?
Who am I without the pain?
no. I need to stop that.
Stop seeing a damsel in distress!
I am who I choose to be,
Not what's been done to me.
I'm an addict
But I'm ready for therapy
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PoetryThat are probably terrible---------- By reading this, you are glimpsing into my very soul. It's messy. It's emotional. It's my thoughts and feelings poured out on a screen. This is me. Highest ranking #10 in poetry
