I am abutterfly
I wonder when I will see my worth.
I hear voices in my head, telling me I'm no good, and friends telling me I am.
I see little through the dark cloud of depression that surrounds me every day, but plenty, with the light provided by the friends I have made.
I want to beat the lies I have convinced myself are true, and get out of the darkness I stumbled in to over the past 6 years.
I am not a bad person
I pretend to be happy so that people don't ask me what's wrong.
I feel the pain from the constant run and recent sprint to the end, and the relief at each water stop, with my friends encouraging me to keep up the run.
I touch the lives of friends who know the truth.
I worry that I won't get out of this battle without permanent scars.
I cry when I realize I may never be able to tell my parents the truth.
I am a person.
I understand I must keep fighting, even when it seems impossible. I understand that nothing is impossible.
I say I can beat this with the love and support of my friends
I dream of a day when I can be confident and truly love myself for who I am
I try to fight the urge to hurt myself inside and out.
I hope that I will get better
I am a person on a journey.
And I will make it to the end.
