You are the reason I breathe
But I was the reason that You'd leave
I cried so hard I almost died
And when You said You loved me You...lied
The scar where Your name resides
The blood rushes over it like the tides
In the last moments I live
You are all I think about can You forgive.....
Me..

i haven't been clean in 5 years
5 straight years of "you're pathetic" "you're worthless" "you're ugly" have torn me down and made me dead inside.
they say that self harm is asking for attention.
what they forget is that scars aren't always physical.
they're mental too.

{KAH}

I write too many poems about my body.

but it’s the only house my spirit knows

and the only movement is my own

I could write you a love poem

or one about the way the kids in my hometown

used to walk the traintracks like they led somewhere

but i’m completely obsessed with this idea of entrapment

that i could be more than skin and bones that i could be made of

ink blotch shoulderblades

ribbon ribcages

clothespin wrists

and ruby lips

that i could abandon myself and get out of this cage

that’s too big or too small or whatever the **** they tell me this week.