Dying

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I can't ignore,
The fat bubbles
Lurking beneath
My skin.

Starving the fat
Away.
Whatever it takes
To be thin.

Losing my mind
A pound
At a time.
But.

The fat never goes,
Clings
To every surface.
Haunting my mind.

The scale
Never drops low enough.
The fat
Never leaves.

Desperation
Takes it's told
But still
I believe.

Just another pound
Then I'll be thin.
An endless cycle.
Thinner and thinner.

I can still see
The fat lurking.
I need to be
Skinnier and skinnier.

My heads screaming.
I can't stop.
I'm not even close.
I'm,
Lost.

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