You may trod me in the very dirt.
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
— Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
It’s Not Your Fault
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It’s Not Your Fault

For years I have carried a huge source of pain,
One riddled with guilt that runs deep through each vein.
I blame myself for what happened, I didn't say no.
But I was a young girl, and I didn't know.

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I am human
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I am human

So yes I have thoughts that are dark and absurd,
And my grasp on reality is shaky and blurred.
But I promise this scares me much more than it scares you,
So before you try to judge what I have been through:

Try to see that I don’t choose to live my life this way. 
I don’t choose to struggle to make it through each day.
I am exactly the same person I was before you knew.
I have as mental illness, but I’m still just as human as you.
 

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Obsession
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Obsession

The tug to be perfect, giving in to the crave,
Everything in its place in my own little cave.
It began with nothing, merely making something right,
Now all of a sudden it is something I fight.

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Help
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Help

How do you tell someone you hear things, that simply are not there?
That the voices told you to, or that you can truly feel people stare?
How do you help people understand, something you can’t grasp yourself?
Tell me; how do I find the right kind of help?

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