Everybody seems to think I'm so much better
So I say 'yes' when they ask if I'm happy
I smile and laugh like I have always done
But the meds aren't working yet
And taking away my phone won't put me back together
Saying I can dye my hair and paint on my walls gives me control; which is good
But,
I'm still broken
I still cry behind closed doors
I still crave injury and death sometimes
Yet, everybody seems to think,
I'm so much better
And I say 'I'm happier'
Because I know that's what they want to hear
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~
