I keep finding messages

On my body.

I’ll wake up one day and look at my leg,

And “Maybe you should DIE”

Will be written there.

I don’t think it’s a good sign

When your own leg

Thinks you should die.

If just a part wants the whole thing dead,

Then maybe the leg should get some therapy.

I wish we could all get alone,

But my right hand hates my left arm

And my left hand hates my right arm.

Now that I think about it,

Both of my hands hate every part of me.

I just hope my heart doesn’t listen to my hands

And stop beating.

Then I’d really be fucked.

How do you stop your own body

From sabotaging itself?