I've been finding myself bent over a bottomless hole
Every single night
The dinner bell has turned from a soft tap of clinging metal
To the voices ringing in my head
Begging me to pick up a knife
And cut out every single mistake I can find in the mirror
To leech every inch of me into a toilet
Only to say I am okay
Because I just ate
The bell has already rung
And I have already had my supper
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Infatuated Bliss
Poetry"This is the mindscape carved by a blade, engraved into my mind. The same blade I used to carve the word Happy into my skin" ~ Assassain_Music #18 in MentallyUnstable #967 in Anxiety..that's impressive-right??
