I like to tell myself Im
Getting better
But
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 sleep
I 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,
anything
I'm tired of being numb
I'm tired of being stuck
I keep telling myself
That I've gotten better
But the truth is
I've just gotten better at hurting myself without leaving marks
YOU ARE READING
D I V I N I T Y
PoetryThere is a wild fire in this chest of mine #1 in hymn (6-12-19)
