I breathe, I live
I bleed within
I survive daily
In this hell I'm in
Oppressed by shadows
Crushed in depression
I drink in shadows
To bleed out ink
I fight against me
And my own thoughts
But sometimes I think
To myself; "in the end..."
Does it even matter if I live?
Does it even matter if I die?
Is it even possible for me to survive?
Everyday I am bound
And every night, I have cried
So in the end does it even matter
That I am alive
Or do I only believe a lie?
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The Ragamuffin Path
PoetryElijah Rowan Killinger has bipolar disorder. Along with the severe moodswings she has been addicted to pornography and is struggling with binge-eating disorder. She is a recovering cutter and finds it difficult to believe that she can be forgiven fo...
