"One day you'll look back", they said. "One day you won't feel this decay inside."
Look back
And if I ever look back
Let me tell you
If I ever turn my back
And say goodbye
I'll rip what's left out
Burn, burn, burn
In the fire's eyes
Flames engulf this agony
Because the embers feel better
Than any form of sympathy
I'll remain alone because alone is easy
It's safe and it's warm
The sparks are friends of old
And if I ever look back
To the girl with the cracked lips
The eyes bright with mischief
Let me tell you
She saw too much
And she took too little
The world tore from her
Til her bones were brittle
Until the loneliness was all that she saw
And all that she felt
Until this hollow worked its way, deep
Now
she cannot feel anything else
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trigger points.
PoetryA collection of my original poetry/prose from 2006 onwards. Warnings: these poems deal with mental illness, including mentions of self harm, suicide, emotional anguish and abuse. Please do not read if you might be triggered by such content.
