In mind.
In body.
I'm eating again, but I feel sick
I can't sleep at night.
And the voice, she's happy.
She's proud.
She was right,
she boasts.
I wish she would shut the fuck up.
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PoetryThis author has gone through the most brutal breakup she's ever endured, she needs an outlet. Enjoy
I'm sick
In mind.
In body.
I'm eating again, but I feel sick
I can't sleep at night.
And the voice, she's happy.
She's proud.
She was right,
she boasts.
I wish she would shut the fuck up.