RecoveryA Poem by JewelietScars. The labels of depression, once a secret from the world, now are free. Stare as you do, with a burning desire to ask why. It will elude you, always, yet you still wonder. Ask me, i dare you, ask me what you will, i will be honest. I will say: I tried to kill myself, but i am recovering, and these scars, they show me how far i have come. But you wont ask, you are afraid, i know this.
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