I look down at the floor
But my thighs bulge out instead
I look at my rounded stomach
The side of it stained red
I quickly look away
And pull my top down quick
I run into the bathroom
Ready to be sick
I stick my finger down my throat
Tears running down my cheek
I splutter over the toilet
And silently I weep
I feel almost empty
As I flush the mess away
Putting on a smile
It's just like any other day...
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
