They’re trying again…
To rip me apart.
My pain and my trauma,
Dismantling my heart.
That I’ve been attempting …
Worked on it so hard.
To piece it back together,
Without the bits that are scarred.
Don’t think I’m winning.
Kinda feels like I’m lost.
But I absolutely have to win,
No matter the cost.
Because I can’t become her.
Can’t be that girl again.
She isn’t strong enough.
She’ll only take us to the end…
And then it’s over.
That’s all she wrote.
I’m screaming from my lungs,
Tearing up my throat!
Maybe this time,
I should ask for help.
Actually ask out loud.
Not some fake mental yelp,
That no one can hear,
Because it’s just in my head.
Don’t wanna wake up,
Dead in my bed.
So this time.
I’m gonna call out your name.
No longer hiding behind,
my guilt and all my shame.
Yes, this time.
Gonna grab hold of your hand.
Help pull me out,
Of this sinking sand.
Yes, This time.
The whole village if needed.
Won’t give up on my new life.
I won’t be defeated!
Oh yes. This time.
I’m asking you all.
I need support.
Don’t disregard my call.
Yes, this time.
We can all help me get through it.
This. Time. One happy family.
I know we can do it.
Yeah. This. Time. With your help,
I’ll completely heal.
Because. This. Time.
It’s finally real.

Original Poetry Written By
Eryn Dunbar
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