the January sun is coming out again
the snow is finally melting
solid ground feels strange under my feet
like I've been at sea for a long time
and i want to sink back into old habits
you're not here to stop me
sitting in bed with my thighs exposed
holding that blade in my hand as i cried
i just wanted to feel the release of the pain
i couldn't even do that right
how deep do i need to cut for it to stop hurting
how much do i need to bleed for it to hurt enough
solid ground feels so unfamiliar
sometimes i miss the old habits
the places i must never go back to
YOU ARE READING
words i never said
Poetrysolid ground feels strange under my feet like i've been at sea for a long time and i want to sink back into old habits the places i must never go back to you're not here to stop me my name is nova. these are the words i never said.
