i'm not that bad at hiding it anymore
i talk about going to the burger place
i eat a bit
disguise half of it
keep the conversations going
and take pictures
run to the bathrooms,
pretend to drink starbucks, drowning my insecurities in thick, thick cream
i'm not that bad at hiding it anymore
but the thick, thick cream is melting
and i can see my ribs
but i'm not pretty yet
- thick cream doesn't make me pretty
YOU ARE READING
how to stay
Poetry*TRIGGER WARNING* really just me finding out how to not want to die; but i can call this a collection of poetry that encompasses the struggle of healing, the setbacks and relentlessness of depression and several other mental illnesses. love always.
