Carve for the pain,
starve for the shame.
You know me.
I'm a masochist.
If something makes me feel bad,
I wanna do it more.
Burn for the feel,
yearn for the raw deal.
You know me.
I'm a masochist.
If something makes me feel broken,
I run into its arms.
Hit for the anger,
live for the hunger.
You know me.
I'm a masochist.
If something makes me want to die,
I feel all the more alive.
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The Things We Don't Talk About
Poetry***Trigger Warning: Mental health, mental illness, eating disorders, suicidal ideation, self-harm*** A collection of poems delving into the dark side of the human experience. From high highs to low lows, emotion can be intense. And this collection s...
