losing
Losing.
I am losing it.
I cannot tell the difference between reality and fiction.
My mind is at war with itself.
Fighting for control.
I'm losing this battle within my body.
My bones ache for attention.
But it isn't gaining the attention it wants.
It is eating away at me.
Clawing my skin apart from the inside.
I'm afraid this war will end bloody.
And I cannot stop it.
a.b.
YOU ARE READING
Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
