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I Am Not
I am not my disease
I am not the thoughts of death
that run through my head
I am not the stains of darkness
that have weaved into my thoughts
I am not my disease
I am not my disease
I am not the healing cuts hidden under my sleeve
the words of anger I let loose in my heat
I am not the tears that come
when I make myself believe
that I am not worth your love
I am not my disease
I am not the fear of abandonment
I refuse to admit
the medication I will never take again
I am not the memories I try to forget
the walls I build to keep you out of my head
I am not my disease
I am not my disease
not my disease
my disease
disease-
My disease will not destroy me
I fight my battles hidden from the world to see
the way it chains and shackles me
the things it forces me to believe
I was young, I was made
a girl alone and afraid
I was told to be ashamed
of the dreams I yearned for,
the dreams I thought they’d take away
I had to learn to be brave
I must be brave
I am not my disease
I am not these lies
woven to keep me sane,
keep me here
to keep me alive
I am not a ghost
A shadow of their harmful words
I am not their mindless slave
the child that they tried so hard
to lock away
I am not my disease
I am not the thoughts of death
that run through my head
I am not the stains of darkness
that have weaved into my thoughts
I am not my disease
I am not my disease
I am not the healing cuts hidden under my sleeve
the words of anger I let loose in my heat
I am not the tears that come
when I make myself believe
that I am not worth your love
I am not my disease
I am not the fear of abandonment
I refuse to admit
the medication I will never take again
I am not the memories I try to forget
the walls I build to keep you out of my head
I am not my disease
I am not my disease
not my disease
my disease
disease-
My disease will not destroy me
I fight my battles hidden from the world to see
the way it chains and shackles me
the things it forces me to believe
I was young, I was made
a girl alone and afraid
I was told to be ashamed
of the dreams I yearned for,
the dreams I thought they’d take away
I had to learn to be brave
I must be brave
I am not my disease
I am not these lies
woven to keep me sane,
keep me here
to keep me alive
I am not a ghost
A shadow of their harmful words
I am not their mindless slave
the child that they tried so hard
to lock away
I am not my disease
Published 6th Dec 2018
| Edited 8th Dec 2018
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7th Dec 2018 4:24am
My girl would appreciate this. So many, even in her profession, school, etc, said and did atrociois things to her. She proved them all wrong. Powerful write.
10th Dec 2018 4:29pm
I so identify with your writing here....after years of early childhood trauma, I later found out about my Asperger's....a mixed blessing....not a limit but rather an introduction to my own inner thinking....
Thank you for going the distance.
Thank you for going the distance.
6th Jan 2019 6:19am
Powerful spill
I wish I could have red something like this before the first time I attempted to end my breath. I was about 9 or ten.
Very relatable ink for me, today.
well done
I wish I could have red something like this before the first time I attempted to end my breath. I was about 9 or ten.
Very relatable ink for me, today.
well done
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