You don't see what I crave,
That burn and that slice.
I smile and wave,
And no one thinks twice.
I'm wasting away,
Without much delay.
Slow and sure,
And so impure.
On the outside I'm lying,
And on the inside I'm dying.
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Almost a poet
PoetryI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.
