I am trying to get better.
Really, I am.
I just don't get why
I only feel better when I am
hurting myself in one way or another.
I skip breakfast, lunch, dessert.
I take knives to my legs,
rose thorns to my wrists.
I'm not clean anymore,
but I ate 800 calories.
Yesterday, I was clean
but I ate 400.
I see an announcement that says goodbye.
I don't respond anymore.
And I can't say anything...
YOU ARE READING
Stormy Shoals: A Poetry Collection
PoetryAnother poetry collection from my heart, just letting the words bleed onto the page. I mask the hurt with pain, because pain demands to be felt. But hurt just demands to ruin your life.... 🖤🖤Trigger warning: everything🖤🖤 "Criminally underrated...