Category : Poems

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No more nights spent staring at the ceiling

anxiously envisioning

the horrors of adulthood yet to come.

No more drawing fine lines

over time

pressing deeper as I carve along the thin canvas

relishing in the damage

as the ink slowly seeps and spills.

No more viscous thoughts

clawing just beneath the surface

screaming and yearning

for an empty silence

that is promised

from a small, red-capped bottle.

I'm finally free.

After so many years 

of endless fears

that tore into my soul

until my eyes began to dull

I'm finally free.

I'm free of the weights that were dragging me under

making me wonder

if breathing was worth it

when all that followed was misery.

I'm finally free

breaking through the surface

seeing my purpose

seeing that in the end

it will all be worth it.

I'm finally free

in recovery

with healing wounds and mending bones

I finally know

what it feels 

to be

free.