Forever YoungA Poem by Blue Belle
Playing house
or with dolls. Swinging as high as you can. Feeling as if this will be forever. Until it isn’t. Until you are in that cap and grown walking across that stage. Until you are trying to escape by sleeping. Until your eyes are filled with tears. Until long sleeves and bracelets are your friends. Until food is the enemy. Until you want to jump in front of a car. Until forever young becomes just a dream.
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Added on June 5, 2023 Last Updated on June 5, 2023 Tags: Depression, anxiety, eating disorder, self harm, growing up, mental illness AuthorBlue BelleElmira, NYAboutI am thirty years old. I'm dealing with a mood disorder/depression, anxiety, an eating disorder, borderline personality disorder, self-harm, and suicidal thoughts. I love writing. and most of my works.. more..Writing
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