i will cut a slice of my vanilla frosting skin so sweet for you, my dear
i will share myself with you
show you each layer
you learn to love the flavour
develop a craving
a sweet tooth
now a cavity,
you cut loose.
when there was a problem and it was you or me
you went to the dentist
now you'e happy,
thinking in single digits is easy because i know what it adds up to,
every day is the same shade of grey
but you give me a million different numbers and a brand new set of colors
thanks for changing the way i see everything
i think about how happy he is without me
would everyone else be too?
(note: I am not in danger of harming myself)
I wish i wanted more out of living, than death.
this isn't very much of a poem but i thought i'd share it anyways.
my emotion is a mess that i can't express
so i'll just suppress deep in my chest
the mess that i'm not ready to address
I tried to do something new
I'm worried about you
you say "it's not bad, it's only scratches"
"they don't even begin to match his"
but whether you deserve help is not measured by
the depth or the size of the scars on your thighs
it'll only get worse
this addiction is a curse
please get the treatment you need
maybe then you can finally be freed
end this this cycle of suffering
try to start recovering
you are worth it
haven't posted in a long time but here; a reminder that you are loved <3
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