It Can’t Be Worse Than Here

How nice it might beTo not have to bare my teethAt every little thingThat is said to me–How nice it might have beenNot to scar my untouched skin,Not to fall down the rabbit hole againNot feel my body starting to get thin–Wasting away in front of myselfAll I ever wanted was for someone to help.But

You Are Empty

There’s something to be said for the emptiness you feel in your heart,You feel the black hole in your chest beginning to start,Growing with every single passing hour,And you can feel the pressure; you can feel it’s power– It consumes your body in the darkness; in the night,And you know you will never again see