So let's do this once again
The story of my life
I think I'm getting better
Even though I still have strife

Finally out of school
I have a little less stress
But Uni is a small hell
Still better than the rest

I personally have changed a bit
Although a, still the same
The image of my face
Almost could be a different name.

Continuing on to now my hands
Which are a slight bit thinner
Don't know if I enjoy that
As the crookedness isn't dimmer

So moving on my weight
Which I have put on more
Yes I'm trying to loose it
But a smaller frame is a hard score

My eyes have grown in me again
Minus my dark circles
They now stick to a green or blue
Sometimes as empty as icicles

Moving on to self harm
It's currently been 92 days
The longest was 147
They sometimes seem like a haze

My freckles I can't show in my clothing
But sunkissed skin has brought them out
With fat arms I don't like singlets
So with invisibility I pout.

It's been so long I can't remember
What else I used to cover
But let's just keep it simple.

I'm healing,
I'm doing better.
Yet deep down,
I'm still broken.