Intertwining path, burning bridges
Shared memories, forgotten trauma
Beautiful years, following suffering
Falling tears, tightening chest
Quiet sobs, unflattering messBleeding wrists, broken glasses
Mourning deaths, empty caskets
Friends to lovers, lovers to strangers
Addiction to pain, addiction to razorsUpon your happiness, came my demise
We were once like that too, but you wouldn't try
Self healing, a heart that can't mend
Shattered pieces, put back together to pretendMask the sorrow, happy facade
Inevitable death, peace that will last
Losing appetite, nausea and vomit
Leaning off the edge, cliff face at summitSelf-loving, self-deprecating
Self victimising, myself blaming
Begging to stay, willingly leaves
Healthy relationships, life I will grieve
YOU ARE READING
I don't feel like myself
PoesíaSelf-hatred, Self-loathe, Self Deprecating I'll be happy when I stop feeling