you don’t notice
as my sleeves get longer
and me words shorter
as i cry myself to sleep
in the next room over
you miss the bloodstains
that i wiped from the floor
last night
and the way
that I never seem to smile
anymore
you never question
why i wear things long enough
to cover my scars
because winter is coming
and i must be cold
the light in my eyes has faded
and sometimes i wonder
if this is more than i can handle
you don’t know how many times
i’ve debated crossing that yellow line
and just giving up on it all
you cannot see
the ways that your words
eat away at me
because despite how hard i try
and how much i want this
i am never good enough
and maybe
if I starve myself
to look lovely
like you want me to
you’ll stop complaining
about everything else
that is wrong with me
long enough to forget
that i’m not perfect
for a while
because i need you to understand
that you cannot fix me
by holding my head under water
And asking me why
i find it so hard to breathe
i promise it’s enough to break me // m.p.
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With Broken Wings (2013)
Poetry"Take these broken wings and learn to fly again." This is my own personal story of overcoming my demons and my grief. I define my recovery. ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя ѕнσυℓ∂єя тσ cяу ση, уσυя яσcк ωнєη уσυ'яє ησт ѕтяσηg ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя нєαят ωнєη ιт'ѕ вяσкєη, му α...
