Forever Like This
I eat and I hate myself,
So I eat more, to make myself feel sore.
I eat and I hate myself,
The food in my cupboards doesn’t stay there.
I eat and I hate myself.
It’s my very worst nightmare.
I eat and I hate myself.
But the deed has already been done,
So I force myself to have fun.
But I can't.
I force food into my gob,
And I feel like a slob.
Because I am.
I eat and I hate myself.
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Alice.
RandomStruggling with an eating disorder, this is Alice's life, through poetry.