Therapy

June 3, 2013

I refuse to inflict pain, But I simply want to feel. I want the hurt to end, But the pain comes back again. There are healthy ways to deal, I know. But the temptation is so strong. The blade is in my hand, The pills are on the stand. I still just want to feel. I wish I could just cry sometimes, But crying does no good. When the tears are all no more, All that’s left is a small weak girl. God wills me to put it all down. To pick up a pen, And pick up some paper. I write down my feelings, In line and verse form. It’s a healthy way to deal.

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MusicalMichaelaJun 3, 2013

So this is my entry into the Why I Write slam, but I have another poem titled "Why I Write". I feel like this captures more of the emotion than the other. I use poetry, and writing in general, to process my emotions from a bad day. It's a healthy way to deal with my depression. I've never actually cut or attempted suicide, but I've had a knife in my hand, ready to cut. I've very seriously thought about suicide. Not many people know that about me. But I want to get the word out that there are healthier ways to deal with everything a person may or may not be going through.

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