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I feel the sun again,and the moss accepts my shape

Content with my appearance, pleased by my shape

I dont hate myself anymore

My arms don't sting

They no longer snag on every sleeves string

They are still soft,my armored skin kept me safe

I can stomach things aside from pain

I found pleasure in smiling

I can stomach being alive

The nausea isn't here anymore

I dont forget to eat

It is all gone

These bridges have fallen,although I miss them occasionally

I am better this way

It is all gone

I yearn for death no more,the longing

Has ceased

I would never want this pain to harm another,so I will not let it harm me

You are just as deserving of happiness as I

The hurricane of pain has vanished

And dusty dreaming of cutting the time short like icy flesh

Has ceased

I dont hate myself anymore

I love being alone

It is not as lonely as it once was

The solitude bears open arms,they are soft and comforting,

It has changed over the years,

No more chains and fake illusions of

Cold

Dark

Quiet echoes of friends pushed into boxes sent far away

That static is gone

I can distinct myself from the void my conscience caused me to mimic

I can breathe again

No more nightmares

No more blurs

I can think again

Those years I dont remember

Blocked out by fesr,and hatred for my own joy

I can't hurt me anymore

The tender acceptance inside myself hugs me best,

and it will never let go

I will never let go

The cold is not cold anymore

The cold is another form of warmth

Another part of growth

I won't hurt me anymore