his name tastes
bitter on my tongue
and feels like poison
dripping down my throat
i choke on the sound
like my body is trying to
reject its existence
i am tired of having to
whisper his name
i am tired of letting him
have power over me
so i sit in the mirror and
try to keep myself steady
as i say it again and
again forcing every
blood covered syllable
out of my mouth
I let the razors cut my tongue
the spikes chip my teeth
and I do not stop
because
I will not let you own me
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wilting roses
PoetryAnother collection of (bad) poems. *tw: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, drinking, suicidal ideation and self harm* -a collection of poems that document my experiences with my mental health throughout high school. a warning: i had a few undiagn...
