I wrote a rhyming poem about my recovery~

There was once a girl called Flower, who thought she’d lost her power

She didn’t like her thoughts, believing them noughts

Upon nearly giving up, there was a sudden bout of luck

A new perspective came, which made her sane

Something she had to throw aside, was her belief on suicide

Lots of working hard, she could finally disregard

After so long of feeling crappy, she can confidently say she’s happy

Now flower is ok, she doesn’t hope the day away

Although she’s not good at writing, at least she’s still fighting

A poem to show she got through, sending hope that you can too

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