BREATHE
Smile, breathe, and go easy. -Thich Nhat Hahn
If instructions were poetic, then maybe therapy wouldn’t feel so wrong
If recovery were poetic, then maybe healing wouldn’t feel so hard
If coping were poetic, then maybe triumph wouldn’t feel so far
If hoping were poetic, then maybe it wouldn’t feel so odd
If breathing were poetic, then maybe living wouldn’t feel so long
When I wake up hungover from the regret of being broken, I wonder if I succeeded in pushing everyone away, you know, just so I can be...
Fake friend, Flaked again friend, Called and fell asleep friend, Can’t be bothered to listen to me friend. Fake friend, Always showing up...
I wear these scares like armor. Proof! of all the s t r e n g t h I harbor – signs of my bravery burned into my cells! Living &...
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