Back
But it doesn't work,
Nothing does.
I choke and splutter,
And the pills fly out.
Without a doubt,
This is messed up.
I shove the back in,
But they won't let me win.
I choke and splutter,
And the pills fly out.
I'm dying inside,
But the outside is blocked.
My beating heart is locked.
That's it for now.
YOU ARE READING
Alice.
RandomStruggling with an eating disorder, this is Alice's life, through poetry.
