This post is a little different than normal. This post is poetry. The poem below represents my journey from a young age to when I finally got help.
The Absence and Editor
What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you they said Tears surging through her pores Crimson smoking her face
Balancing books and egos and social disregard Anxious and unconscious suicide - blazing Blazing. Blazing through pungent insecurity
She eats through her teeth like needles piercing her raw gums and she liked it She liked it for awhile.
Get up. They said get up. Through their stentorious glares
Bomb – compulsion
Barrelling through, she learned Restored Renewed Vivacity Essence
Elan Vital, she said.