TW - Eating Disorder
Do you see that I am broken yet?
Do you hear my cries or my screams or my whispers?
I beg for your help but you deny me quicker
Do you see that I am broken yet?
Do you hear me throwing up when I eat
Or when I cry myself to sleep
Because at times, it seems that you are blind
Do you hear me yet?
I am screaming
I am crying
I am dying
Do you hear me yet?
Or will you wait until I'm dead
To see if I am broken yet?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
شِعرPoetry is so often overlooked by society. It tells secrets never before told, so deep and dark and painfully honest. You must only read and think, then you'll know and understand. This is my collection of secrets, all sprawled out for you to feast u...
