(tw for thoughts of sh)

Alone once again on the filthy floor

My brain too blurry to notice the grime

As if I would have even had the time

One thing ends, and there’s always something more

I think about walking on broken glass

Or peeling my skin back til I see bone

It would be easy to do all alone

To leave this mess that I am in the past

But there’s some unseen pull that stays my hand

Like an umbrella in the pouring rain

It’s aggressive and fierce, but not hateful

Though at the time I did not understand

I see now my body kept me from pain

And for that, I will always be grateful