She was once a little seed,
She was so small,
She hated herself,
She felt worthless,
She was lonely.
It got to a point where she,
Wanted to die,
She wanted to end this torture,
She was cutting her wrists,
She didn’t know what to do anymore.
Until one day,
She saw all the beautiful things in life,
That she never noticed before,
She helped others in need,
She used her problems for the greater good,
She didn’t want to die sad,
She wanted to if anything in life,
Make sure that people with these problems get help,
She wouldn’t wish pain on anyone,
So why herself she wondered?
She questioned exactly why she deserved this,
She came up with only opinions,
She told herself that she would make it,
She believed in herself,
That one little tiny hope,
Turned into a huge hope.
She looks back,
Its all one blurred painful memory,
She grew into the flower people knew she was,
She proved all the non believers wrong.
And she whispered to herself ‘recovery was definitely worth it’