...I was gonna write a poem about how I didn't throw up
I was gonna write a poem about how I resisted the urge
I was gonna write something to say I'm getting better, maybe
...I fucked it up
Like always
And I'm not getting better
I'm getting worse
So don't expect anything good for a while
Because I am me
And I am the opposite of good
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~
