42 days


42 days.

One Month and eleven days.

My scars have begun to fade

and my smile has retraced itself



42 days.

Of hard nights

where his words echoed 

and I wanted to bleed 

just one more time


42 days.

Forcing myself

to wake up, to fight

just to breath for this minute 

and the next


42 days. 

Of my chest becoming looser

Of my thoughts quieting down

Of my soul healing itself

together, re-mended.


42 days.

I never thought 

i’d make it this far.

Each new day is a battle,

but I see it as something worth surviving.


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