I love food,
Yet I hate it with so much passion,
And deadly desire.
The taste,
So amazing, yet so short lived.
The smell so vivid,
Yet misinterpreted.
Your stomach growls at the scene unfolding in your eyesight,
All the delicacies laid out,
Yet cannot be touched.
One bite,
It won't hurt me right?
But the weight just keeps packing in,
And my stomach can't take the grease,
And all the fat,
It can't take anymore pain.
Two fingers pushed down your throat,
Kneeling in front of a toilet,
Emptying your stomach from every last substance,
Except the acids churning.
Old habits are hard to break after all.
'Forgive me'
"Food is for the people who aren't fat,
The skinny guys and girls who have got nothing to lose.
But me?
I can't make it last......
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Drowning In Sorrow- Poetry
Poetry*Trigger Warning* Suicide, cutting, depression, abuse, self harm, death etc. ~I didn't know happiness as well as I know sorrow ❤️ Stay strong ❤️
