Anorexia

Seemingly,
nobody ever really stops being anorexic, they just starve their mental health instead.

I am accidentally polite

I am accidentally polite
It's not that I'm not trying to be,
I just never want to fight
I ask because I care,
You would doubt and I would dare
Nice is no reason to be scared

Because you're egyptian cotton,
worth wearing and uncommon,
you tear with just a tug,
which is why I welcome with a hug

I'm open like a wound,
wound up like toy,
I'm barking at the moon
hoping it'll come back soon

I am the meaning behind the manner,
and the screaming behind the silence.

I am the blood dripping out of a hidden plunge,
the smile that veils a missing tongue.
I am the one that waits at your doorstep
so you can walk all over me.