I push people away till I break
I eat at myself till there is nothing but bones
I wish I could be swallowed up
Can these thoughts ever leave?
Or will I always suffer
And never have peace
Too tired to die
And too dead to live
"Go away!"
Don't leave me.
YOU ARE READING
esprit malade
Poetrya penny for my thoughts? trigger warning: depression, eating disorders, anxiety etc.
