I run for miles with no food and only a couple sips of water in my system.
I know it's stupid but I can't stop the addiction.
My head is pounding now, everything sounds so loud.
When I began this, I only wanted to lose a few pounds.
Maybe I'll make it a few more years, but at this point who cares?
Every time I recover it finds its way back in and now I just want to disappear.
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Mental Health Poems
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems by authors that wrote about mental health, mental health, and any suggestions made by you guys.
