Samantha

It's not healthy, I know 

Like I'm just putting on a show 

Writing rhymes to forget 

That I am very sick. 

 

Maybe something's not right 

This worsening plight 

But it feels like it's better 

Choking in this sweater 

 

 No it's not okay

To dream about death this way

Just one kiss 

Off Grim's lips 

 

Somehow writing helps

A feeling I've never felt

Words are a relief

A pill for the grief 

 

Writing this poem is

Why I didn't cut my skin

Something's growing inside 

A will to fight and not hide 

 

I will rise above 

I live for something greater,

I live for love

 

It's His love that saved me,

Saved me from myself

And from my past I am free