No longer cutting, I have to feel the small burn and sweaty palm, knowing what I did was wrong.

The whiskey I used to consume is no longer there; the burn of the alcohol masked the emptiness

No longer questioning who I am or who I’m not

I look to 988, knowing they have to let me speak my truth without needing to be ready for someone to feel defensive, as if they need to justify anything

Witnessing my scars heal , both mentally and physically , no longer having to give explanations or reasons to my emotions

No longer seeing the world half glass empty

My soul is a glass , with how I’m feeling being the milk

Seeing you across the room, then going back into reality , knowing I’m a mess like a glass of milk spoiled and spilt.

The process starts over again,

Spilling myself back into the mess I just cleaned off.

The cuts start to open that burning sensation I crave no longer remembering the emptiness the glass half empty leaves in me.

The buzz making me feel as if I didn’t spill anything

Waking up in a sweat regretting my actions of cutting, drinking, and crying

I go to my youth group the solution and the cause to my constant spills and mistakes

But in the end after the 2 hour service I feel half glass full