THERAPY SESSION

seventeen » f u c k

like a butterfly
i wrap myself in a cocon
isolate myself from you
and your kind of hurtful words

i don't eat
for days
because i know it won't get better
when i do

i'm sick to my stomach
about to vomit
the stares i'm giving myself
are scaring me

f. at
u. gly
c. rybaby
k. ill.

how long am i gonna keep doing this?
will i be talking about
how silly i was
in ten years?

what am i even doing?

and why?