seasons by abbagail hall | Poemist

abbagail hall

october 18 1999 pennsylvania
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seasons

During the summer was the best.

During the summer i became clean from self harm.

During the summer i was so happy.

During the summer in the best state of mind.

Then fall hit.

The thoughts came back.

The mood swings came back.

The starving came back.

Then winter hit.

The wanting to be alone came back.

The failing came back.

Then the worst of all.

The worst thing came back.

The self harm.

I was sitting there waiting for something to stop me.

Nothing stoped me.

One cut there.

One cute here.

The 7 months few out the window.

Everything is pointless now.
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