My biggest regret

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: January 17, 2019

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When trying my first cigarette on the park, led to a dirty habit I can't kick

When my first experience with alcohol, became house parties every weekend at age 14

To then sneaking drinks before bed

Going to school hungover

 

We were just friends in the movement, enjoying ourselves

Things quickly changed when I was on my own though

When the only solace was a blade

A quick draw of blood, to validate the feelings I can't figure out yet

It's easier to understand pain when you can see it

To then find a fondess for long sleeve shirts

Although, still hoping someone sees, because I can't formulate the words to ask for help

 

But where is the line between self-destruction and fun?

When does the mask come off?

 

My only regret is not asking for help sooner

But this is not a sad poem

There is no more shame or secrets

Only an open mind and a readiness to talk

Some days are harder than others

But I am thankful for the days past and the days ahead


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