I like to tell myself Im
Getting betterBut
I'm not eating anymore
Or I eat to much and beat myself up because of it
I take showers so hot they leave blisters
I don't do my homework
I seem to forgotten how to sleepI walk into school, each day,
B e g g i n g
For a fight
Because I'm
I t c h i n g
To feel something,
anythingI'm tired of being numb
I'm tired of being stuckI keep telling myself
That I've gotten better
But the truth is
I've just gotten better at hurting myself without leaving marks
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PoetryThere is a wild fire in this chest of mine #1 in hymn (6-12-19)