last night i stumbled into a false reality where i thought i was actually okay because it wasn't raining anymore; and the plants were actually growing and my parents didn't fight they just sat in silence it was so ******* suffocating
but being suffocated is better than burning alive
my mom she didn't complain about how thin i was and my dad didn't talk about what a waste of space i was my mind, it wasn't screaming at me to fall apart and the shards of the broken pieces didn't sting as much but then i woke up and realized what a mess i was
my body is all angles; no curves my hair is almost as dead as the plants i'm such a waste of space the broken pieces they still lie on my arms and they yell at me at night with the pale moon out they become so alive and my scars they end up burning me alive