The day wasn't heavy,
but the words were,
They rang in my ear on repeat,
"He called you fat",
Repeat,
"He called you fat",
Repeat and Repeat,
As the word rang it reminded me of my failure,
My failure played on repeat,
"just one more time to get rid of the pain",
i said,
repeat and repeat.
I keep repeating it,
i'm happy,
then i'm sad,
then i'm depressed,
then i relapse.
repeat and repeat,
like a broken record.
my life is a broken record.
A/N: sorry i've been MIA for a while lol i'll try to update when i can :)
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Heart Full Of Hurt (a series of poems)
PoesiaCOMPLETE(for now..) This is the first book i've made. I would like to put a trigger warning for: •mentions of self harm(in detail) •mentions of depression •mentions of binge eating Any other trigger warnings will be included in the chapters. This...
