a pocket knife, hard drive and phone
all hidden between my clothes
this was not enough today, alone
tears, screams, threats
if they were to know it is worse than they thought
i’m sure there would be many more regrets
in my mind it continues
who do you tell?
who do you trust?
the voice in your head, or a person who would yell?
its ironic though
that the answer is plain and simple
and its not something i don’t know
just eat, MORE
but that is the thing about mental illness
you are fighting an irrational war
in my heart it aches