I am powerless
I cannot control what happens around me
I can't do anything
Things are happening
I can't keep up
It's so overwhelming
If I could keep up it would be fine
But I can't move
I'm glued to where I am while everyone around me runs
There is only one thing I can control
My own body
My life
I won't take my life
But I will threaten it
I will harm it
To show myself that I have control over something
So I'm taking control
Or in other words
I'm relapsing
again
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~
