I used to be gifted,
I used to be ambitious;
Now I just rot in my self loathing.
One hour turned into twenty-four,
A bed once used to sleep, now my home;
Scars once healed bleeding once more.
Favorite foods now make me repulsed,
My weight is losing, I smile once;
I hope I lose until I am no more.
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Poems and Word Vomit
PoesíaJust a place for me to store and save my messy thoughts that sometimes come out poetically. Mostly for me but you can read it, too. :)) Cover art drawn by me :) I didn't know what else to put as the cover so...
