disorder

in my head
there are a thousand
demons

they tell me
to suffer,
to bleed

in my head
there are a thousand
thoughts

that make
no sense,
are cruel and wrong

in my head
there are these
voices

they tell me
not to eat,
not to leave,

not to stay,
not to keep,
not to breath.

not to quit,
not to live,
not to be

so fucking
sensitive.
to be like

porcelain