ugh, god — again?

i’m bleeding from

my eyes,

nose, and

mouth again.

any chance i get,

i’m ripping off my skin.

i’m forgetting my pills again.

i’m losing tenderness again.

i’m rough around the edges,

coming home with cuts

and bruises every single day again.

which ones were

intentional and not again?

i’m thinking of losing weight again.

thinking of the shivers that

nothing can warm,

just like the inside

of my heart, again.

i’m shooting poison arrows

at my head again.

one of these days,

i’ll hit the mark.

im tearing out

my feathers again.

just like before, but

im romanticizing again.

i’m treating my burns again.

i touched my burning blue halo,

and now ive got blisters from

trying to rip it off my head again.

i’m getting bad again.

i’m dissociating too deeply

that im splitting into

multiple personalities again.

i’m losing my senses, sleep,

and my soul, again.

i know the life im living

isn’t a life at all, again.

and i can’t seem to stop,

and nothing seems to help.

im feeling like a terminally

lost cause again.

im helpless and hopeless

and having a hard time

finding the will to

take my next breath,

every morning, again.

ugh, god — again?

i guess, i’m bleeding

from my eyes,

nose,

and mouth, again.