Today was just another day.
Just another day wearing a bathing suit comparing my body to everyone elses.
Trying not to eat but failing every single time.
I know im overweight.
I know I'm not happy.
Today was just another day.
Wondering if anyone has spotted the scars on my arms.
Wondering if anyone knows why I'm so quiet and holding my stomach.
Today was just another day.
I wish I hadn't lived.
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Anxiety
PoetryAnxiety is hard; I decided to write this 5 years ago and I rarely update. I come back to read what I had as this description, "there is no escape." I lied, there is an escape. I don't know how to feel to about this book anymore but most seem to enjo...
