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Just A Taste Of Medicine (Day 61)
It's been two months today.
Since I haven't raised the razor to my flesh.
Though I have been tempted.
By the names people call me.
People that don't know me blaming me.
Calling me a cheater.
Saying that it's okay to lie, but not to cheat.
Because I have no idea what she's talking about.
I didn't cheat, I fell in love.
And I got help for my problems.
Without checking into a mental hospital.
My medicine isn't lying.
Or pretending to be insane.
My medicine isn't making people feel bad for me.
Asking for their pity.
Or their attention.
My medicine is moving forward.
Trying to overcome, not forget the past.
I let go of my guilt.
Guilt that I should never have had.
I can only hope that those who are meant to feel guilty, pay for it.
Because I am free.
I am better.
I am happy.
I am well.
And there are no new scars on my arms.
And really that's all I wanted to say.
I am not cured.
But I am not sick.
I am mending.
And nothing you can say will take that away from me.
Because I was never wrong.
And that's a taste of your own medicine.
Since I haven't raised the razor to my flesh.
Though I have been tempted.
By the names people call me.
People that don't know me blaming me.
Calling me a cheater.
Saying that it's okay to lie, but not to cheat.
Because I have no idea what she's talking about.
I didn't cheat, I fell in love.
And I got help for my problems.
Without checking into a mental hospital.
My medicine isn't lying.
Or pretending to be insane.
My medicine isn't making people feel bad for me.
Asking for their pity.
Or their attention.
My medicine is moving forward.
Trying to overcome, not forget the past.
I let go of my guilt.
Guilt that I should never have had.
I can only hope that those who are meant to feel guilty, pay for it.
Because I am free.
I am better.
I am happy.
I am well.
And there are no new scars on my arms.
And really that's all I wanted to say.
I am not cured.
But I am not sick.
I am mending.
And nothing you can say will take that away from me.
Because I was never wrong.
And that's a taste of your own medicine.
Published 3rd Apr 2012
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