feeling guilty
after every meal,
every bite.
what's wrong
with me?
this addiction
taking over,
consuming me
and my thoughts.
every inch gained
is a week
of nothing to eat.
it shouldn't be this way;
it's not healthy.
it's killing me.
if I only
I knew
what was wrong
with me.
in love
with the feeling
of the emptiness
in my stomach,
caught in this trap,
entangled,
searching
for a way out.
help me, please.
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Hidden Thoughts
PoetryJust a bunch of little poems that I've written. Hope you like them, and are able to be comforted by some of them, or atleast be able to relate. And just something that I want to let you know is that I tend to write when I am in low spirits, it was j...
