Pick at my skin.
Bite at my nails.
My cheeks are sore.
My stomach hurts.
I am nauseous.
My wrists afire.
My eyes all blurry.
Skin yellow.
Stomach empty.
I am a rotting corpse.
Heart dissolving.
Brain grey.
Lips chapped.
Snap back.
Look in the mirror.
Right.
Back to business.
Sharpie cold against my skin.
Scissors cut my thighs.
My stomach.
My arms.
My legs.
My reflection fades from sight.
I’m dizzy.
It’s blurry.
It’s black.
It’s gone.
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◇My Poems◇
Poetrythis is just me writing down all my poems in here cuz i know how some of u are waiting for my fic updates. i also love sharing poems with other people. updates are never consistent, and im sorry if the poems are really bad. nevertheless, please enjo...
