Hide for today,
Lie tomorrow.
What can they say,
If you hide you sorrow?
They'll never know,
About the skipped meal,
It'll make the weight go,
Who cares how you feel?
I just want to be free.
I'm done with this life.
You don't have to see,
Just hand me the knife.
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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.
