The more I look for myself,
the more I realize that
I’m nowhere to be found.
I left bits and pieces of myself inside
of what now lays in a casket
– maybe im looking for the wrong person
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 10:42 AM UTC
two years ago,
i was fighting a monster
from breaking my ribs.
today,
i am fighting an invisible ghost,
from watching me pick up the pieces
that haven’t decayed yet.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 10:35 AM UTC
loving you
was such an intense feeling,
kind of like
galaxies exploding in my chest,
eventually a supernova:
so beautifully tragic
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
I’ve shred open my own skin,
I’ve insulated myself and I have searched to
find answers at the bottom of empty pill bottles.
I’ve abandoned the nutrients from my own stomach.
What I’m saying is I am no stranger to self inflicted pain;
I am an expert in punishing myself for existing.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 10:23 AM UTC
my hands are my superpower
with them,
i am able to write out
every single thought in my mind
and without them,
I’d lose my sanity.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 10:20 AM UTC