Recovery Relapse Distractions

There isn't much left

if you want the God's honest truth

and though there's more of me

I haven't enough will 

to fill an inch of this room


There isn't much left

if you're wondering about my health

and though my flesh has thickened

I just allow the blade

to dig that much deeper


There isn't much left

if you were asking about my school work

and though I'm turning in assignments

I dont think I will be around

to see my scores

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    Liked your poem very



Liked your poem very much, do hope you are still around to make even more poetry. Good read about teenage life.