I wanted to scream and cry.
I wanted to bleed and die.
I relied on drugs and blood.
Bad feelings were like a flood.
I was losing all control
With the pain, my brain was full.
Couldn’t get away from me.
Couldn’t get my eyes to see.
Love for myself, brain said nope.
But now inside I have hope.
There’s been therapy, and lots.
Heavy stuff, it’s not for tots.
More people than I would know,
and each time new ones would show.
Tomorrow is my last day.
I’m scared to find my own way.
In a way it makes me glad.
In a way it makes me sad.
But I have learned oh so much.
Self calming, soothing and such.
They gave me the tools to prep.
Now I take it step by step.