I'm caught in a cycle,Where comfort hides in bites,A fleeting escape, but it pulls me down,Through endless, restless nights.
My clothes no longer fit,
The fabric tightens like a chain,
Collarbones lost in shadows,
Muscles fade, a silent pain.
I've traded the gym for kitchen shelves,
Each snack a desperate plea,
Grades slip like fallen leaves,
And I can't seem to break free.
I remember the moments,
Just me and the food,
Eating until my stomach aches,
Nausea my only mood.
Hiding the evidence,
Crinkled wrappers concealed,
In the quiet of my solitude,
Where my shame is revealed.
Laying down to recover,
As lethargy wraps me tight,
I binge until the sun goes down,
And late night steals the light.
I want to stop, to find my strength,
But each day feels the same,
A fixation on what's fleeting,
While I'm losing the game.
If only I could reclaim my skin,
And break this heavy trance,
To find my way back to myself,
And finally give my heart a chance.
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Little Pieces
PoetryA collection of short poems that reflect the ups and downs of daily life, exploring themes of struggle, growth, and the search for belonging. Each piece reflects a moment, a feeling, or a memory, offering a glimpse into the journey of self-discovery.
