Find my solitude
In the cold toilet
With no light
And no sound
Just silence
I pray all are asleep
And no one hears me
quietly moving
in the dark
I can't be caught
I can't be heard
I can't be seen
Or otherwise
Shhh
The floorboards creak
Beneath my heavy weight
As I move stealthily
I'm nearly there
just one more step
I enter to
find my solitude
As I throw up dinner
Into the toilet
Praying myself
To be thinner
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THIN ✔︎
PoetryShe's never had problems, until recently. Recently, her world has been falling apart, but from the inside out. Turned into a depressed girl with serious eating disorder problems, all she wants to do is let go of everything, and be thin. Lighter than...
