Passages of Time

Day by Day

I walked alone into the room—I tried hard not to cry. The shame I felt deep inside—left many questions why.

Why I hurt the ones I loved—‘twas never meant to be. I fed the sickness quietly—thought most of all of me.

I pushed aside each warning—felt numbness in my vein. Then drifted in the darkness—each step drawn towards insane.

Acceptance surfaced slowly—denial reared its head. Was on a path of danger—lest soon they’d find me dead.

My story’s not so different—except I’m here to say. That help and love surround you—so take it day by day.

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