I was two months clean. I relapsed only this time I think I'm getting addicted again *sigh*

My mind is a monster to my body.

I am the girl left behind,
The girl forgotten when something better comes along.
So forgive my tears,
I"m done being strong.

There are those who are anti-social, and there are those who are exiled.
Know the difference.

I am a warrior...

My mind: you can do this alone.

My heart: you need help.

You can't expect to love someone as they are, when you don't even accept yourself the way you are

The strive for happiness crashes whenever you see the light fade.

A needle and thread can never sew back together what was ripped apart in myself.

What's the point in talking, if nobody ever listens to a word I say?