repulsion consumes me.
it weighs me down
and drags me, determined
into the dark, slippery hell
of self-loathing
it chases me
into a bleak whirlwind of
toxic remorse
i am well aware
that a person's worth
lies well beneath
the angle of their nose,
the size of their waist
and the shape of their face
but my self hatred runs deeper
still
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silk thin threads
PoetryExcerpt: i hold on, sweaty hands grasping- at a thousand different silk thin threads: reasons to stay. Trigger warning: includes references and abstract depictions of depression, anxiety , suicide, self harm and mental illness.
