The Struggles Of Recovery
A horizontal line,
A bluish-purple vein,
how much would it take
to drive me insane?
A few more hospital visits,
A few more prescription pills
they say recovery is possible
but I don't think I have the will
I just want my razor
I need something to cut
I'll draw lines with a red pen
But will that be enough?
I repeat the words, "I don't want to die,"
death is peaceful, this is true
but is it worth what you put your family through?
All these questions don't get answered
I want to smash a window with a hammer
I want to recover, I really do
I just don't want to give up my sharp best friend
that always helps me pull through.
Written On: December 23, 2012
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