Restriction

A Poem by Clara Kevie

It hurts,
Not at first.
More a slow burn
... I like it.

I want self worth,
To feel deserving,
And any perceived path
Is one I run down.

Left, right, wrong,
dizzy, can't focus.
I keep breathing.
I keep walking.

It gives me strength,
Though it weakens me.
Gives me control,
Though it takes freedom.

It hurts,
Not at first.
More a slow burn
... and I like it.

© 2017 Clara Kevie

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Added on October 3, 2017
Last Updated on October 3, 2017
Tags: restriction, hurt, pain, burn, breathing, breathe, direction, self-harm, disorder, mental illness, focus, distortion

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Clara Kevie

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