He draws pictures on my skin,
of lines and words,
and shapes,
that cannot be erased.
They are battle scars,
memories,
reminders of long gone shame.
Letting go is impossible,
Despite the pain,
we're master players,
at this game of insane.
The only proof,
that there is light,
are the dreams and memories,
kept inside.
I share them not,
For I am lost,
And they are the only things holding me together.
I grow stronger,
From the pain I embrace,
I will go on longer,
Than this hell I create.
I am holding on,
I am staying strong,
The only signs,
For you to see,
That everything,
Is not what it seems...
Are the lines that remain,
From he, from we.
I am me.
I am not perfect.
I try to do the best that I can, set goals that I can reach, and do anything to achieve them.
But I've gotten a little lost along the way, and now here I am, struggling with Anorexia, Depression, and Self Harm.
My blog isn't supposed to be a happy place. Or an advice giving place. It's just a place that I can write out all my thoughts, everything I feel, without being judged!
Maybe you'll find solace in my struggles, someone to understand. Maybe you'll find interest in watching my journey through my life, or maybe you'll even take one look at this, and turn away. Every reaction is a lesson, and I am here to learn.
This blog is access into my most private thoughts.
With that being said, enjoy!
With that being said, enjoy!
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