Stop messing
Around
With my life
Juggling it in your hands
Just another one of your victims
Another slave
Bound to you
You've got me chained
To your feet
I can't let go
Controlled
Like a toy airplane
I can't even eat
Like a normal human
Without worrying about calories
I'm forced to peek at the number on the scales
Every time
I go to the bathroom
I can't counter the urge
To throw up
Every morsel I eat
I have to exercise
Every minute I can
Just to burn off fat
No longer can I
Control
What I do
What I eat
What I drink
What I want
Stop messing around with my life
Because I'm sick of it
Sick of it too
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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...
