I decided a long time ago that i was
not going to be a weak girl and cut myself anymore, i'm
not going to drink or smoke to make everything ok. I decided that
it was time for me to fight my demons not run from them or try to
keep them at bay. I refused to let the darkness swallow me
because i knew deep down i was better than that and worth so much
more. I decided to try to love myself and be posotive because all
negative thinking will do is destroy you until you're nothing
but an empty shell. I chose to do my best so i could be
happy. It was hard putting down the sharp objects i'd come to
love and the smoke that i found revuge in or the liquid that numbed
my pain. I battle myself everyday but i have to
stay strong. You know why? because i don't deserve to be
miserable or in constant pain with no escape. No one deserves it. I
decided to fight the pain and depression
away.
