It’s a tingling sensation.
Like you can feel each individual cell,
Each of your billions of cells just die.
Shivering and shaking.
You can feel each blood cell move
Through the veins under your wrists.
Up through your arms.
Into your shoulders.
Back to the heart.
You can feel yourself dying,
Every single day.
It’s a tingling sensation.
Dragons in the sky,
Fighting and biting,
Exploding in the night,
But never a knight
To slay them.
The beautiful thing about the night
Is the quite and the dark.
But each celebration demands sparks
And pops and bangs,
Each one breaking on my ears and eyes
As shrieks and horror scenes.
Resolutions I will never stick to:
1. Eat at least two meals every day.
2. No more cutting.
3. Love myself.
4. Stop lying.
5. Stop crying.
6. Get help.
There’s nothing so happy
About another year
Faking smiles
And spouting denial.
How many more celebrations
Until I can give up?
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