⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ The curse of getting better

The Curse of Getting Better

I put makeup on and read my favorites books again,

I smell of perfume and soap,

I smile at the world and my wrists are clean.

Althought my hair is still unkept 

and my mind a mess, 

I rest at night and do not need to hide myself.

My brain is still yelling curses, 

my motivation often drops

but I always get up.

I run with my pets on grass and dirt doesn't not make me spiral,

but after midnight, it's the same thing all over again.

Monsters in my head are trying to rip me away

from the sun that warmth my skin.

I know they're just words my mind wants me to believe;

I've been away from reality for far too long,

it's scary.

I always have to remind myself,

A plushie against my chest;

I am human,

I am kind,

I am not a curse

and I deserve the sun.

♥ ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

by. Clemfetti, A letter to myself from 2018; it gets better.