Everyone is so worried about me
Asking me if I'm okay
Saying I can talk to them
Saying all this shit
But where were you a few days ago
When I wanted to die
When I was tracing my veins with a blade
My body is still sore and the cuts aren't healed but no one knows
I'm fine tho
There is nothing to talk about
And people don't need to be worried
I'm fine
YOU ARE READING
Blood Stains
Poetry*trigger warning* I'm lost•I'm broken•I'm hurt•I'm sorry ~the ones marked "x" are about my struggle with food and eating~
