I knew it was getting bad again, when my only meals where vomited hidden by the sound of the loud tv, it never mattered what I ate, it never stayed anyway.
What's the worst that could of happened
I just didn't see the problem with dying, I wasn't looking to die but it was never terrifying
It just seemed so easy.
How could I tell you that everyday felt he same,
I really wasn't getting "better";
I just got better at hiding it .
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After You Left
Puisicomplete poetry collection, over 70 poems from my darkest times and issues with love
