Survivor

Sometimes to find yourself you must first self-destruct,

And that’s exactly what I did.

I tore myself apart from the inside out.

I destroyed everything in my path.

I was on a rollercoaster that only seemed to go down,

Sending me plummeting to rock bottom.

I never knew a person could feel so low.

I was stuck in my own personal hell.

And no matter how hard I tried,

It seemed like there was no escaping.

Finally when I had all that I could take,

When I realized I was turning myself insane,

When the self-hatred I built up inside became too much to bare,

I decided it was time to brake free.

I was going to reinvent myself.

No more dwelling in my own misery,

I was sick of being surrounded by my own toxic thoughts and feelings.

My haze began to clear,

I was seeing colors I never knew existed.

I’d been gone for so long,

I forgot about all the beauty earth has to offer.

This journey to self-recovery was not an easy one,

But the end result is greater than I could have ever imagined.

I‘m seeing things in a whole new light.

I’m finally putting all my broken pieces back together.

I am a survivor. 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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