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I found strength in forgiving you even though you did not deserve it. I did it so I could be at peace with the past and the hurt you caused me.
Found my suicide note today
So I ripped it up
Bipolar depression will not take me
I will fight it every day
Until the very end
What a superficial world we live in. People choose facades over authenticity. All because they are afraid to show their scars in a world that praises pride and criticizes vulnerability. I have found that society is often envious of those that wear their hearts on their sleeves. For society can not bear the thought of not giving a damn about what others think. True strength is in owning your scars without an apology.
Poetry saved my life. I can be brilliant and mad at the same time with a pen in my hand. I am not judged for the thoughts left in ink on paper. I never found my niche in life until now. I truly am free to be.
When a poet and artist fall in love, it’s pure magic.
Take off my clothes
Do what you may
I only ask of you
Not to pry into my soul
And ask me to stay
I know you sleep just fine
However, I don’t
Because you’re always on my mind
How many hearts could be mended by unspoken words?
I may be stable and in recovery but I once stood where you did my friend. It does get better with time. Keep going. Hold your head high. Stay strong. Much love as always.
I often wonder if I was born during the wrong time period. For I am lost in classical music, Jane Austen’s words and writing poetry in calligraphy.
Empathy Poetry 