2 Years

I’ve been clean for two years and mean to myself for all of them.

I feel like the urge is creeping whilst I’m breaking.

This night I spend on my own, without a soul to tell me my worth.

I have no one.

I have nothing.

I feel like nothing.

Nobody is acknowledging this pain I’m feeling nor the sadness that lies in between my breasts.

I want at least one person, just one to see my sadness without me expressing.

I wish someone saw how far I came without me saying.

But I’ll always be that person for myself, my person. I will be what I look for in everyone else.

I will be stronger; I promise.

My story will always continue.