I stood in front of the mirror
a sharp blade resting
in the palm of my hand.
I pull up my shirt
and all I see is fat.
One cut, I feel pain.
Two cuts, I bite on my tongue.
Then three cuts, I think I'm done.
My work of art
is now complete.
And as I pushed my fingers against my newest wound,
I stared into my tedious eyes.
But I'm fine
I'm fine
I'll be fine.
Minutes passed.
I pulled away my bloody fingers
and placed them
on the tip of my tongue.
I tasted like dirty coins.
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PoetryI'm fine I'm fine I'll be fine. | A story told through verse. WARNING: Because of the themes I introduce in this book (eating disorders, strong language, and self harm), Wattpad has rated this story mature. HOWEVER, I personally recommen...
