i look hungrily into my eyes
focusing a few moments later
on the imperfections in my skin
i look lower into my belly
the gluttony washes over my mind
impulsively, i dig into the flesh
clawing away with my nails
blood spills heavily,
splattering
guts spilling over
i strip them apart myself
trembling,
my knees hit the ground
my head hangs like a doll's
but i do not look like one
my finger glazes over the blood
touching it,
feels so warm
and the warmth makes me...
feel?
no, how could it.
think?
i write on it
"when can i love myself?"
love the mess i've made?
love the mess that makes me?
YOU ARE READING
the day i went missing
Poetrya collection of my poems, the things that come to mind stay there and suddenly vanish. very amateur poetry but it makes me quite happy. enjoy! !tw! mentions of eating disorder
