reposting this after deleting it because of some unpleasantness :) have a good day!
my poetry is all the worst parts of me
the loudest and most aggressive crawling inside my skull
hungry for a way out
and they come through poetry
ride rickety verses until it's time to jump ship
i know this site only gets my worst moments
my moments drenched in blood and sweat and tears
the culmination of my mental illnesses and bad days with a capital b
gender dysphoria like a rotting cherry on the sundae
and i mean,
my definition of "okay" is "not currently trying to walk off the side of a building"
so it might be a little skewed and a little definitely not-okay
compared to my usual self,
destructive and sad and blank
i'm doing okay.
i'm two+ months clean of self-harm,
a shaky path to recovery
and my body aches to bleed but i don't let it
i wonder if this is what halting addictions feels like
and i've still got a hopelessly low self-worth
and a needy tendency to boot
but i'm not dying anytime soon.
i refuse to.
i'll see you tomorrow.