I’ve been stuck in a nightmare for as long as I can remember
every time someone told me they couldn’t do it anymore I fell back into the same place
it’s like I could feel their words touching me, like hands on my throat and in control of my breath
allowing me to stay alive, allowing enough oxygen to my brain for it to function but not enough for me to fully breathe
and when I went there I couldn’t help but think of the smell of iron because I knew I needed to need it
after a while I got passed all of that. I found a way to catch my breath and take my mind elsewhere
and I thought that that was progress because there was no mess and that was just my process, but then I went back
I know I think someone was to blame, and I think I know sometimes it was me, but that sometimes it was them
neither was good because both ended with me hating myself and no solution
cut because it hurts it hurts because you can’t cut don’t cut because cutting is bad cutting is bad because you should love yourself but you don’t love yourself so cut
I didn’t want to be in that place but I couldn’t get out. I couldn’t take their hands off my throat that I was holding there. I couldn’t stop wanting it because I wanted it. when did I change?
like I said I could feel their words touching me
the f*cked up part is that as much as that hurt when they stopped talking I missed the feeling because it was the only contact i could truly know and feel
what’s wrong with me and why can’t i fix it? I’m not sure how to answer
I think I know what’s up with me but I don’t know how wrong it is and that’s what needs fixing
but I woke up today
I decided not to go back there
I decided to let go of their hands from their words on my throat
I decided to fight the urge to fight myself
I decided the blame didn’t matter
I decided I wasn’t going back there
and I woke up
I woke up
Author: Jade Smith
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Author Bio: 22 and finding my way
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