-I did it again

I gave in

I made a mess on my skin

Then wrote a poem about it

I thought that I was better

I really, really did

But I crack under pressure

So I’ll atone for my sins

I won’t eat today

And I won’t eat tomorrow

But I’ll smile anyway

And cover up my sorrow

I’m stoic that way

And really, it makes sense

I don’t deserve to eat

After doing that nonsense

I’m useless

I’m worthless

I’m a stupid piece of trash

I don’t deserve any good thing

That I could ever ask

I know I shouldn’t do it

But then again, I should

I deserve every ounce of pain so-