I can't wait until I become jaded.
I yearn for my heart to become calloused, because my current heart is too fresh to forget the pain that I feel.
Thus I must remove this pain physically.
It started out with nine.
Then I moved to ten.
After that I just decided to skip eleven and slice my arm until all the lines blurred together, like how the years blur my eyes.
When my eyes blur, my throat burns.
When my throat burns, I try to shout but my tongue is constrained by a rope to protect my mother.
I tell her that I'm fine, I've been fine since the first nine.
I'm sorry mom.
YOU ARE READING
lavender curses
Poetrythis is my poetry. not all of these poems are god, some of them were just what i was feeling. ❗T W❗self harm and eating disorders
