Do you know what relapsing feels like?
How much it hurts your soul when all of your wounds have healed
When your skin is even
Your skin hasn't felt the blade in however long you lasted
Then you relapse
You take the blade and tear your skin again
And again
And again
And you hate yourself because a part of you
Feels relief
Joy
I hate myself for relapsing
I hate myself for doing it so many times
I have failed so many times
YOU ARE READING
Blood Stains
Poetry*trigger warning* I'm lost•I'm broken•I'm hurt•I'm sorry ~the ones marked "x" are about my struggle with food and eating~
