Watching the blood drip by
is it weird that I like what I see
putting pain on my body to take away the pain in my head
I hate what I'm feeling
this never ending feeling like nothings going to get better
everything keeps getting worse
the voices get louder the cuts get deeper
the only thing that doesn't change is the number on the scale
it's hard to not see any change
but I did notice a change in myself
I don't know when everything got so bad
when I truly lost myself
but I think it was along the lines of a long time ago
BINABASA MO ANG
the brokenness
Poetrymy poetry from over the years tw: mention of self harm, eating disorder, and rape
