Drown to Breathe . a poem TW: SH Maybe I drown to breathe and starve to eat. Maybe I cut to heal and steel to feel. I push it away to take it again. I take the chaos to return to zen and I make my own and stray from men. I take away what I have to feel I gain when really it's just a losing game. If you keep it empty over and over it will just cause permanent damage so think about the long term and remind it's possible to salvage.
