Living For Me

depression hurts
mentally, physically, emotionally
for me, writing cured.
mentally, physically, emotionally

a year it went on,
feeling worthless
because of someone who should never
make me feel worthy of less

i couldn't take all the hiding
of the pain and tears
that's not how i wanted to live
the rest of my years

i decided i was good enough
maybe not for my mom
maybe not for her husband
but for myself.

i began living for me.
i was smiling again,
real smiles.
i was happy.

i wrote to tell people
without really saying much
i was able to open up
about my thoughts

today i am truly happy
no pain
no depression
no suicidal thoughts

i'm proud of me.
and that's all i need.

 

  

This poem is about: 
Me

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