I'm hungry
Im not hungry I just ate
Actually I didn't
It's really alright
It's not alright
My stomach is at war
With the rest of me
And I can't
Let it win because
Then I'd have to let
My fingers travel down
My throat again
And I hate falling to my
Knees on the bathroom
Floor because
I already have so many bruises
And people are starting
To ask me
Why I'm always coloring
My skin
Black and blue
~ W.L.
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