I promised myself I wouldn't do this again, but I'm afraid I have broken that promise. Today when everyone thinks I'm recovering, but really..I'm relapsing. My scars are fading and it scares me. I don't want them to go away. I've fallen in love with the demons inside. I can't leave them behind, and if I do, They find me or I come back to them. I'm lost without them. I want to recover, but I don't want my scars to go. Everyone is happy they see no cuts, but It disappoints me that they're gone
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For the record, I don't feel like this anymore. I wrote this a long time ago. So I don't feel this at all.
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Poems, Writings,and Rants
RandomLooking through my old notebooks I have found poems,rants, and notes when I was going through depression. I know they aren't professional and whatever, But I hope you like them. I DO own everything I publish unless I say otherwise.
