digital dance - poetry

there's a secret

huge massive trigger warning to the no one who will read this

around Untitled Part 9

i got a text

and i stopped typing

i started typing again ten minutes later

trying to outrun those words

dont.reply. he found out.

with my own

i have a secret to tell you

i've run out of words

and i'm going to have to start running

well i'm not going to be doing the running

the only thing that will be running

is my blood from my skin

i have a secret

i'm not crying

everything feels ice cold

i have a secret

i've been waiting for an excuse for the knife again

this is more than enough for me

i have a secret

my roommate won't be back until late

no one is hearing me scream

i have a secret

i wrote a note months ago

and i was going to destroy it today

maybe i should hang onto it for a little while longer

just in case the blood is more than i bargained for

do you think it will stain my carpet?

do you think a band-aid will be enough to stitch it together?

why did i think everything would be ok

i should know by now

god hates faggots

me

i should know by now

happiness is fake

and this 

the cold

is what's real

fuck me

this is bad