i thought i was getting better.
but then
r e l a p s e .
it had been almost
5months
i hadnt given in.
but then
r e l a p s e .
i had been so near to the top of the hole i dug myself.
so near to recovery
but then
r e l a p s e .
falling down this never-ending pit.
grasping for anything i can get.
but my hands only seem to know
how to go for
knives
scissors
anything sharp.
YOU ARE READING
Roses Are Dead
Poetryjust me writin' some stuff about the feels. Includes self-harm and other potentially triggering topics Will update when possible, which will not be every day. Sorry!
