when I tell you I am better
what I mean to say is Help,
the voices won't go away and
some days it feels like
I'm eating myself alive
from the inside out
some days, I can't see skin
without longing to rip it apart
can only see myself as
an undeserving mess
Yes,
I still want to die
but I can ignore it now.
YOU ARE READING
Shattered Reflections
Poetry"There was a moment in my life when I could not tell the difference between a window and a mirror. I could look into both and see everything but myself." Rudy Francisco, Helium - Windows and Mirrors A diary of sorts, to help me to remember.
