Dysthymia

Change .

Change has came
I can finally cope
There's no more pain
Of wanting more coke

I finally feel like me
But the people can't
They can only see
And all they do is rant

Of my past life
I used to self harm
Cutting myself with a knife
You can see scars on my forearm.

I am better and new
But people treat me the same
And there's nothing I can do
I walk free of shame

Comments3

  • orchidee

    Walk free there - a fine write D!

  • Aislinn Wilson

    What a triumphant end

  • Diamond

    Yup, once one overcomes the past...the others who can't see beyond must come to terms with themselves. Nothing one can do about it.



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