So
You say I'm not bad enough.
That I don't need help.
That my case is mild.
That it's not important.
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Maybe you don't know what it's like.
To constantly binge eat,
And judge myself
And beat myself up
All the time.
Maybe you don't know.
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Because you say
That since I don't cut
Or starve
Or throw up
Or attempt suicide
Or get hospitalized
I must be fine.
I don't need help.
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Very well.
Have it your way.
I need your help.
So I will cut
And starve
And throw up
And attempt suicide
And get hospitalized.
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And maybe then you'll see
That I'm not alright
After all.
YOU ARE READING
Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
