The water turns red and it starts to sting
But I know I deserve it so I bare through it
The sleeves stay on and I say I am cold
The water turns red and it starts to sting
I think it is the only way to not lose myself
but yet no matter if it stings or not
I still lose myself
The water turns red and it starts to sting
am I the only one with a headache
I'm falling I only see red
YOU ARE READING
the brokenness
Poetrymy poetry from over the years tw: mention of self harm, eating disorder, and rape
