Recovery


She's proud of herself, but she won't tell you why
It's been a few weeks since she last dare to try
The voice never stops, but today she won
She put down her razor, she put down her gun

After hours of thinking silently to herself
She goes and takes her old friends from the drawer
Debating wether she was ready for this
She disposed of her evil, and didn't look back

This wouldn't be easy, she knew for a fact
The cravings would be there, an urge to even scratch
But the wounds would fade, turn into small scars
Though those will fade too, she still was afraid

She knew it would be a long exhausting trail
And at times she would just need to sit down and weep
She knew she was finally defeating the monster she kept
The monster known to her as self harm

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