My Triumph
I never thought that it would end,
The self-hatred I kept in,
Afraid of what there was to come,
In an endless spiral I sunk,
Deeper and deeper until choked,
That’s how it felt to be under your wing.
You made me think I was alone,
With nowhere to turn.
That I was a worthless human being,
That everyone was better off if I was six feet deep.
But I was lucky.
I did something you cannot.
I overcame your fears, I fought.
And I came out on top.
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