I am the subject of a tragedy.
My dark brown eyes look down to hide the pain.
The frown upon my lips urges you to turn away from me.
I flinch at your affection, because I've seen 'love' hurt people.
My sleeves are too long because I need to hide my bloody arms.
My chest burns from holding my breath- I don't want to be here anymore.
I am the face of a success story.
My eyes look forward to the future I have in store.
The scars on my arms have healed and are fading.
My smile welcomes you to talk to me, for I am not afraid.
My arms embrace the bodies of the people who truly love me.
My lungs breathe in air, because I am finally willing to live again.
I am raw, uncut, unfiltered, recovery at its finest.