It's not healthy, I know 
Like I'm just putting on a show 
Writing rhymes to forget 
That I am very sick. 
Maybe something's not right 
This worsening plight 
But it feels like it's better 
Choking in this sweater 
 No it's not okay
To dream about death this way
Just one kiss 
Off Grim's lips 
Somehow writing helps
A feeling I've never felt
Words are a relief
A pill for the grief 
Writing this poem is
Why I didn't cut my skin
Something's growing inside 
A will to fight and not hide 
I will rise above 
I live for something greater,
I live for love
It's His love that saved me,
Saved me from myself
And from my past I am free


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