what texture did the skin take on before it gave up and swallowed you? did you ever for a second think that you could be safe when your fingers never stop twitching every time you examine your neck in the mirror
there was a time before your hands were reasons to hold on tight to anything that could breathe don’t tell me they’ve always been this hungry
you must have known a night before you had to bury them beneath pillows to keep them from biting at your ribcage fenced in by notions you put in your own head they weren’t always this restless
there are ways to think about dying without burning it into your skin and there are nights that crackle like pyres when you slip and let the embers sink in and you think what is a body but a vessel for sacrifice but living on sharpened stakes never felt so good stop convincing yourself it feels good
this depression is overgrown you’ve never weeded the garden didn’t water the flowers and then turned away from your withering too ashamed to call it your own
don’t you wonder when this self-hate became the only trait that stayed hidden and safe take those itching fingers to the shovel and dig fresh beds to lay in stop lying in the excuses and uproot this grave
how does one climb out of a life when every day is the same when did you get so forfeiting that you stopped attempting to pull your body out of this?
i know it’s hard to convince yourself this woman is not the sum of her parts don’t believe the man who spits at you when you don’t agree to be the object of his rage is sane he will stay the same but it’s up to you to stop believing him right and seeing yourself through his eyes
you are not a statistic or a receptacle for pain stop blaming your ribs for holding on so tightly to your heart for all the ways that you hate them your organs are still smarter than you are
because they hold on like deadbolts and locks when you manifest the world’s sickness in your brain stop blaming yourself and take the reigns
get a grip that isn’t cataclysmic learn to live instead of picking at scabs just to feel a pulse you have gotten in too deep and you are above this