you will never know your toothbrush is a choking hazard
and that i still do things i said i stopped.
im sorry that you aren't let in my body
and that i won't let you crawl in me
and wear my skin
but you couldn't make it past my uvula
without me choking up self hatred.
so please to help yourself
let go
because im growing and shrinking
and my numbers will add up
and i will count down
until i hang from the peak of false confidence
with nothing left behind
but these notes
but these love letters to death himself.
something inside me has died dear friend and im ready to join it.