R.I.P

Recently I found myself hanging with some tombstones
I read the names that were carved with caution afraid they would suddenly wake
What kind of person is terrified of the buried things?
you see, the things that now lay away in a dark hole brought me misfortune
R.I.P to self hate
Glad you are gone because with you buried I realized no one needs to tell me I'm great
And that is a great feeling
That rushes through my bones knowing I'm beautiful with no one else's say
That brings a smile to my face
R.I.P to self-harm
As you lay lifeless next to self hate with dried blood on your silver shape
you lost clinging to hate as you both went down
I should let you know my wounds are healed since you've dulled
You were that shining piece of metal I fought with too long
I'm better now
R.I.P to depression
You were the restless of them all
You were what I saw as I stared into my mirror
A ferocious shadow with monstrous lies
You are no longer with me
R.I.P to anxiety
You were the scratches at my skin
You was the voice in the back of my mind telling me to runway
That no one cares
You preached against myself as you laid in my mind making yourself comfortable in the body you were ruining
R.I.P to the person I used to be
A mixture of all these things
That are gone
No longer a part of me
These things may have took pieces of me
But they left the strongest version of myself
I'm clean
And that's a beautiful thing
Because I almost lost the fight left in me
R.I.P

Love,

A spirit which you beastly demons tried to diminish.