This war has been raging on for years,
And I'm not quite sure if I'm gonna win.
My enemy, the voices
They have a army.
They all have names,
The same ones as others.
Ana, pain, past, fasting, purge, self-harm, anxiety, panic, and more.
They're all against me.
I already feel defeated,
I already want to fall.
They'll win this war,
But I'll fight now.
This, this war in my head,
It will end.
I'll either win,
Or end up dead...
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A Dying Flower
PoetryThese poems were written in my dark times of 2015. I did not want to see the next day, or face people who were suppose to be friends and family. Since then, I have become a mother at a young age and found peace in my trauma. If you would've told me...
