Can't eat
Can't sleep
Can't stop crying
Can't breathe
Can't live
Can't do dying
Can't write
Can't read
Can't scream aloud
Can't choose
Can't break
Can't shut down
Can't fly
Can't fall
Can't let them know
Can't speak
Can't stay
But still can't go

What has my life become?

You only love me when I let you pull apart my peices

She said she felt bad for my father
Because I wasn't speaking to him anymore

Then she read my poems

Why is everything pain

I may be quiet
But that's just because my mind is loud

"I'm sorry"
"Why are you sorry"
"My peices are making a mess"
"I'm okay with mess"

Pinching myself is
Not enough for me right now
I need to see blood