Today was good....not great. But good. My thoughts were clean...my heart was clear but my scabs smiled at me from days ago. Reminding me how quickly the pain can return. Good days will come and play. While bad days seem to stay. Never fear the pain they say. Happiness is the price we pay for every good day.
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The truth about my scars
PoetryThis will be a collection of writings....poems whatever they end up being about my depression and suicidal thoughts. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED
