oh god,
it had been a while,
long enough,
i didn't think about the red everytime i
shaved my legs
i began to smile and not mind
my love always being more
i ignored the bad things, drowning my mortality in
the good old caffeine
but im thinking about it again,
i'm getting bad again
i look at knives differently,
and when he turns away, all i can think of
is my lifeless body on the
tiled floor
and im thinking about all of this again
im getting bad again
i dont want to leave the covers,
i dont want to see you
and im fighting but it's so fucking
pointless
im losing
to myself
im broken,
parts of me try to smile,
parts of me try to forget,
parts of me want to live
parts of me want to die
always parts of me,
im broken and
im getting bad again
oh god,
im getting bad again
YOU ARE READING
tell me how to be
PoetryNO.1 in #loveisdead **trigger warning** a disjointed poetry volume that spans through the topics of politics, self harm, rape, abuse, eating disorders, feminism so on and so forth.. scroll through the contents and there might be something that you...
