Self-Destruction

Countless nights,

Standing in front of judgmental eyes.

I look up to meet my own,

Hatred lurking in the blue waves.

Stone cold body,

Frozen, staring at the plate.

Maybe just a few bites,

I'll tell them I'm not feeling well.

Wet body and hair sticking to my face,

Tears mixing with the water of the shower.

Maybe just a few cuts,

I'll tell them I dropped the razor shaving.

Sick and tired,

Of telling everyone lies.

What do I say,

To explain why I've lied so many times? 

I'll just ignore it,

They wouldn't care anyway.

Maybe I'll just skip dinner,

Breakfast too, I'm starting to look gross.

I'll pull out a sweater,

Say I'm cold, really I am.

Maybe a few more cuts, a little deeper,

Just to things off my chest.

Body turned to bone,

Ran out of blood to bleed.

Maybe they'll notice,

How pretty I am now. 

Barely able to walk,

Fragile, rib-cage on show.

Little piece of metal,

A kiss so addicting.

Now, I see the stars,

whispers of loving words.

Hands running through my hair,

Where has this been all of my life? 

Author's Note

I don't really have anything to say about this poem, it explains itself.

Reviews

[DJ]

Powerful! I like your word choice. This is a gripping and emotional write, I appreciate the rawness and pain coming out of this piece. Thanks for sharing.