I'd rather bleed
than feel the pain.
When I'm in control
my past doesn't rule me.
They say I'm doing great,
sometimes I just wish
they had let me
lie and die.
Why me?
Why now?
Can't the demons
just stay put?
They have a home
inside me- why
isn't that enough?
I love, I think,
I hurt, I drink
or take pills or
give myself the relief
that I so greatly
deserve.
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