why do you

tear apart your body

as you crave for something new

as if blood and tears and pain

will birth a different you?

why do you

go the farthest mile

as you test how long you'll last

as if starving, lying, buying

will prove you are not glass?

why do you

force back open memories

as you grasp for something real

as if trauma, your fuckin trauma

will, at last, make you feel?