My self harming days are in the past
and so are my sleepless nights,
When all I needed was an excuse
to throw myself into a new plight.
So many people in my inner circle
never knew of my secret agony,
Nor did they know of my panic disorder
And all that this demon took from me
I know now I had to do the work
Proverbially jump and grow wings,
Fly high and then land softly
But nobody tells you these things!
So this is the last I will say
As you are growing tired of my ordeal!
But I will continue to grow
And in absence of medicine, to heal