the start after the end.

A year ago,
I couldn't look myself in the mirror
I couldn't smile
I couldn't talk
I couldn't laugh
I couldn't breathe
I couldn't be happy

I felt like this.


A year on
I still have these thoughts,
only occasionally.
I smile, talk, laugh,
BREATHE
And with ease.
But I can't be truly happy.
Not until those thoughts disappear-

But right now its nice to sometimes feel like this.

a year ago, I tried to kill myself.