Rehab Veteran Poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die

Maybe tomorrow
I wont' cry for you.
Maybe tomorrow
I won't feel like cutting myself up
into tiny little pieces.
Maybe tomorrow
I won't feel like dying.
I'm running in circles,
trying to get better.
Back when I was
a real girl
I used to be.
Month and months from now,
when the world
doesn't feel so dark
and I can smile,
when I can BREATH
I'll be able to say
I'm not the same girl
that I was yestereday.
If that time ever comes for me.
I'm like a druggie,
going through rehab.
Again.
Stuck on an addiction
we denied having
and agreed to stop.
But here we are
sneaking lil' white bags
under the table
for an extra slice of pizza at lunch.

April-6th-10