Here I am again. Lost in myself. Lost in my thoughts.
Last night I got a small taste of what my life used to be. I had an icepack pressed into my back (back pains, ugh ) and that's when I felt it again. The chill of the ice gave my body that feeling. That feeling that I never realized I missed so much. Uncontrollable trembling ( I would not say I was shivering. It did not feel the same ). I wasn't cold at all. My whole body trembles and twitched. I felt like myself again. Only for a minute. Though I'm happier with the weight I am now, I want myself back. The crying for hours. The trembling that is out of my control. The mutilation of myself. The peace I could find in my insanity. That peace is long gone when I am deemed "normal" and "healthy".
YOU ARE READING
Poetry from a broken soul
Thơ caPoems written by me. Do not use without permission. Do not claim as your own. But hey, you probably will anyway. What's the point of asking you not to?
