The tremble in your voice doesn't resemble you. it's sad.
it doesn't mean you're a bad person, it just means you need more time to reassemble.
i know you're not keen on hospitals but the more you resist the longer you're going to be in for when you decide to go in.
now and then i notice you drift into your own world but thats when i see a flash of pain shoot across your eyes.
you're not insane, you're in pain.
you've been through alot and im proud of you for doing your best to heal the open wounds.
you're loud and you've alot to be proud of, so dont feel like you've lost your pride by accepting the help you need.
love you lots xxxx
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