Feb 7, 2021
“I am mistaken for a hospital bed every day with blood stains and creaky legs a weak structure that has heard whispered goodbyes and screams scarier than the movies I watched with my friends as a kid I know I’ve always relied on life support I’ve cried myself to sleep only to wake up to an Iv bag full of my tears and the process repeats The beeps on the screen go flat every once in a while when I don’t swallow my pills mainly because I’ve kissed boys who taste better than them And some days I imagine that the purple bruises on my body will paint the color of the room because I’ve beat myself black and blue to show a glimpse of the galaxies growing inside of me.”
— -Wednesday May 28th 2014 MR (via addledd)
