stainless steel chandelier - poem i wrote abt mental health!

cw for sh/si mentions!!!

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     i never realized it had been three years.

    three years of scars and secrets,

    kept inside and then outside.

    i wish it would go away, that it would shatter and fall and sink into the floor like i'm forced to.

    i know it won't work;

    i always have.

    but it's built a brick house in my broken ribs and left ash on my tongue and stripes on my skin.

    i try and try an TRY to kick it out.

    a promise of peace brought by stainless steel is hard to refuse.

    soon i'll either grow bumps and divots and roadkill.

    if not, maybe i'll be a new light fixture,

    maybe i'll paint my room red and froth at my stupid mouth,

    until the day i snap, i just write.

    what else can i do?

pretty proud of this one so lmk what you think (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)