i can walk.. believing I'm alone there's a thousand people surrounding me
i can eat.. believing I'm continuously stuffing more food down my fatty body, it being added to my monstrous weight, scaling in over a million pounds
im what you could call anorexic
i can live each day like its fortunatly going to be my last, smiling in unsettling relief as the pills overtake my body and i slip into a dreded slumber. all i wanted was a reason why i shouldnt..
~d m
YOU ARE READING
happysadness :(:
Poetrya poem to capture every moment only thought of in my head..the ones i replay late at night, crying myself to bed. i figured i better write them somewhere... or they'll remain unknown once I'm dead..
