( trigger warning )
your hands felt like shards of glass upon what was once a warm summer day
but turned to cold
in a blink of an eye
slicing away at the innocence of the old me
the happy me
the real me
why me?
your hands clinging to my body
like a vine to a tree
i was
f r o z e n & m u t e
incapable of saying the words
NO
PLEASE
STOP
LET GO OF ME
lifeless & broken
appointments after appointments
"why do you hate your body so much?"
"why are you self mutilating?"
"why did you try to kill yourself?"
"maybe life isn't for everyone"
my school councellor said
the thoughts all consume me
late at night
maybe this is all my fault
maybe he didn't mean to hurt me
i could have said no
i can't keep hiding this
from my friends
my family
you were the family friend
please oh please make these thoughts end
