CLEAN

Once was the girl nobody knew,

didn’t seem to matter

to anyone at all.

My best friend were razors

or anything sharp in sight.

Constantly sitting in darkness

as I watch very close

for the silhouette of lose blood.

A tear escaped my eye,

then another.

Wanted to stop more than anything,

asking myself “why”.

Because I knew in my heart

that I deserved better.

To be happy

and discourage be-befriending

anything that can cut.

Pushed myself hard,

once wasn’t enough.

I just had to try…..

Now I’m clean for the past year

and couldn’t be any better!

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