I died a little yesterday
my soul vanished into thin air
the kind of thin I'll never be
yet I continue to compare
myself to others; them to me,
you're healthy, they echo,
I don't want to be healthy!
I want to be able to feel my ribs,
I can't sleep, for the hunger is killing me,
but I can't just stop this and eat,
I wish I could be free.
-GS
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Once Upon a Rhyme
PoetryThis is not a poem, it's a cry for help This is not a poem if it can't be felt This is not a poem for you to tell This is my poem. This is my hell. This will be the end of me This is the sway of the willow tree This was the way that you looked at me...
