Everlasting Rest

Everlasting Rest

She’s weak, she’s tired.

There’s nothing no more.

She’s helpless and lost,

once called a whore.

She eats, she pukes,

no more her best.

She’s dying, she’s slipping,

everlasting rest.

Had to return to the sad stuff from the past today, especially since last night was an extra hard night for me. But the good thing to come out of the sad past is looking at it and realizing how far you have come and that you had made it even when you had thought that you wouldn’t. So if you ever think that you can’t make it now or if you have a relapse, you can remember what you had made it through before and know that you have it in you to do it again.