Thank god its all now a distant memory
and the thoughts no longer cloud me
or smudge my vision but I so feel those
words ‘ I wish I could cease to exist
For a few years this was me ,
I felt like a pile of dust
waiting to be blown somewhere else
somewhere I did belong and where
the mirror didn’t lie - I would glance into
glass and had no clue who the person
looking back at me was it certainly
wasn’t me
A knife or tablets were never my consideration
I couldn’t even find the bravery for that
I would just make one wish each night at
bedtime
please don’t let me wake up
please just let me die in my sleep
thank god now that wish wasn’t granted and
even now I feel a little shame at the thought of
It
I'm no longer that pile of dust I'm strong
determined, happy to be alive and if
that black cloud even darkens my door I will
smash it and bash it and kick it in the balls
and send it far away from me











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