As long as I am breathing,
I'm fine.
The days I'm a little bit quieter,
I move a little slower,
I eat a little less,
I'm fine.
The days I snap at everyone I see,
I hit my walls till I can't feel my hands,
I slump back in my chair and slam my head into my desk,
I'm fine.
The days I smile more than usual,
I hug you extra few times,
I exaggerate my joy,
I'm fine.
The days I blast music till I feel my head buzzing,
I stand a little taller,
I dress a little baggier,
I'm fine.
The days I cry at the slightest touch,
I dig the metal deeper into my flesh,
I can't trust myself alone,
I'm fine.
As long as I'm still breathing,
I will always be fine.
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My attempts at poetry....
PoetryMy attempts at poetry Are met with blank stares As I struggle to convey Emotions and thoughts with care Rhyme schemes and syllables I twist and I bind Hoping one day to find The perfect words to unwind
