i lay on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor.
(I even layed out towels to clean up my little mess)
tears stream down my face
spit runs down my chin
I'm crying.
I'm panicking.
I'm trying to breathe past the spit and vomit stuck in my throat,
trying to swim through the thoughts flooding my head.
(I'm drowning)
it wont come up.
I can feel it sloshing around inside.
no!
empty!
empty!
e m p t y .
I need to be empty.
like all the popular boys' heads.
so maybe then..
you'll like me too??
YOU ARE READING
Baby, Knock me out.
Poetryjust some poetry ill throw together when i feel like it. usually about heavy topics (mental illness, gender dysphoria, eating disorders, suicide, homicide, substance use, self harm, sexual assault, abuse..etc. you have been warned) what i write can...
