i tried to write a poem about self hatred
but i couldn't phrase words over the voice,
"YOU'REWORTHLESSIHATEYOU
YOU'LLNEVERAMOUNTTOANYTHING."
i tried to write a poem about self hatred,
but my hands were distracted
by the gashes formed in my skin
and the sweet burning of a faint touch.
i tried to write a poem about self hatred,
but my bones were too stiff to move,
hollow to the core, frozen in time,
and rattling like the chill of new death.
i tried to write a poem about self hatred,
but my lungs were too full of water,
my hands too pruny to hold a pen,
my life too far gone to leave a trace.
