I smile and say I'm good even though it breaks me a little more inside
I'm so broken
I mean I've been been worse
Have I?
Like I'm eating food
I hate myself more with every bite
My arms have no cuts look
You can't see my legs though
I'm still alive
I don't want to be
I feel more leveled out over all
Ya, I'm sad
I'm happy more frequently
Then I remember joy dies out
I could be worse
Maybe
I'm gonna be okay
I'm gonna live
I want to be alive
...bullshit
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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~
