My brother can't even look at me and I can't blame him
I don't want to look at me either
I have lost count of how many times I have almost died
How many times I drank my memories away
How many times I've scared my family
When I'm asked what I was thinking I never have an answer
I don't think
But I do
I'm not an idiot
I know it's dangerous
I know my family loves me
I know I can't die
But sometimes
I don't care
Or I don't think
Or I think it will be fine
It isn't fine
I want to apologize to everyone
But I don't really know how to apologize to people who can't look at me
Also I don't know how to apologize when we both have heard the same one over and over
I know I can't die
But I think my family would be better off if I never existed in the first place
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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~
