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Don't pity me

for I have survived.

I once lost everything

but made my way back.

It was ten long years

of clawing and crawling

to rebuild a life

that suddenly left me.

It left me without hope

but extreme despair,

a sense of bewilderment

that you were no longer there.

How needless it was,

that you all left me,

how abandoned I felt

when I thought you all loved me,

but the words "mental illness"

turned you all away from me,

one by one, you left me,

to drown in the sea.

A sea of sorrow,

because I so missed you,

I needed a kind word

to show you understood,

but I heard from no one

and I knew you didn't care.

It wasn't until you needed something

that you slowly came back

and saw I was the same person

only stronger and prouder,

for all that I suffered,

alone and without you.

I no longer need you,

I have drifted toward

people who love me,

to people who care.

To the ones in the long run

will always be there.

Unlike you, my family,

but I no longer care.

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