You made daises bloom in the darkest parts of my mind and laced my thoughts with honey You make dragon flies flutter in my soul and the centipedes crawl out from beneath my skin You stop demons from vomiting blood in my mouth and the dead no longer hurt me I do not close my eyes when I cross busy streets anymore and cutting out of my own skin is option number two now I do not take pills when my heart hurts
I am not better yet
I still **** at my ribcage and pray for roses to blossom between my broken bones my spine continues to choke me and spiders still weave webs intricately between my veins my anatomy is still in ropes of sugar and fat that bubble under my skin I still have poems on my thighs and fingers still poke around in my throat and emerge ****** and distraught it hurts to swallow and fill up the canyons beneath my fractured ribs and I still breath in crystals of sleep to calm my crying nerves my stomach remains full of knotted snakes slithering out of the cocoon that is my mouth and Iād still choose to die When all I know is to never hurt you