“Girl split down the middle and re-sewn. Girl pulling stitches from the backs of her legs. Girl bleeding into plaster. Girl who cannot kneel in church. Girl tearing herself apart.”Tagged: Poetry, BPD, Self-Destructive, I Hate Myself
“There is no good way to talk about pain, how it means you are only ever kissing the image of someone’s face in a pond, hearing their voice through the feeble connection of the last working pay phone in the town where you were born.”Tagged: Poetry, Commitment Issues, Trust Issues, Pain, LDR