Who Wants To Recover? It Took Me

Eating Was Hard. Breathing Was Hard. Living Was Hardest.

Melancholy Held Me Hostage, And The Bees Built A Hive Of Sadness In My Soul.

I Know My Head Isn't Screwed On Straight. I Want To Leave, Transfer, Warp Myself To Another Galaxy. I Want To Confess Everything, Hand Over The Guilt And Mistake And Anger To Someone Else. There Is A Beast In My Gut, I Can Hear It Scraping Away At The Inside Of My Ribs. Even If I Dump The Memory, It Will Stay With Me, Staining Me. My Closest Is A Good Thing, A Quiet Place That Helps Me Hold These Thoughts Inside My Head Where No One Can Hear Them.

Having A Friend Made Everything Else Suck Less.

I Make It Through The First Two Weeks Of School Without A Nuclear Meltdown.