Fingers crawl white, bony over her shoulders. Pull. Twist.

i don’t really know what to write and how to explain it but i’ve made progress, and i’ve

wait what tf

no

i just changed the way i was harming myself

it’s the voices

and the shadow people

it’s new addictions

it’s internal

the darkness

it’s inside of me

bye mama

to whom it may concern

I’m dying.

they tell you death isn’t an option but won’t give you a better one

your back

not in my life

just the air i breath,

the bloody i cry.

i left you once

i can’t do this twice,

time lingers

like sticky fingers hit.

sellotape

holds you to my life

stitches keep you,

permanently knit

i hate you.

and things things you make me feel

and the pain you let me bleed,

the life you let me loose

and the mind you wouldn’t conceal.

i’m broken.

i’m done.

with this bull shit you pull

your killing me again

and this time.

i can’t escape

you broke me, and you never even knew

at war with myself.

At 9pm my fears fall away

a smile that’s not mine will rise.

Shifts all around the clock

Just to see the break of day

Those moments when you scream and cry it hurts so bad you want to reach inside your frail skeleton the one so bruised broken and cracked that all the plaster and bandages, all the stiches and skrews can’t fix you and you just want to grab your heat and throw it away screaming because that’s the only way no one would know your empty, you can’t see any scars to deem you insane, you bear no gun to point at your head. As long as they can’t see it, no one knows your dead