Last year I was
Losing Myself
In a mirror
I had bruises
From Humans
On my heart
I was flirting
With anorexia
Not starved yet
But never enough
I was struggling
Not to give in to them
And I was drowning
In myself
Last year I was walking
With my head
And my heart
To the ground.

Now I've found myself
On blank paper
The bruises are healing
On my heart
But now my hands are raw-
Not yet bloody-
From the time I've spent
Tearing at them
My nails are gnawed down
Till fingers ache
And maybe this year
Hands are my mirror.