One, two,
I don't know what to do.
Three, four,
I lock myself behind the door.
Five, six,
There's nothing left to fix.
I'm broken inside.
Don't even bother, I've already tried.
Seven, eight,
I sometimes struggle with weight.
Nine, ten,
I'm not healing again.
Eleven, twelve,
I'm never going to get well.
Thirteen, fourteen,
It's not the world, it's me that's mean.
Fifteen, and sixteen,
People always intervene.
They keep coming closer,
And yet, I always push them further.
~a.k.
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