Hunched over
Puking my guts out
Dry heave
Up
Clean
Done
As though it's a routine that has been drilled in to my head
Popped vessels might as well become freckles on my face
Never gone
Binged
As barely a single ounce of food touches my lips
Trapped in a bitter lie
A fight for control
I lost it
If brittle nails
Yellowing skin
Bones poking out
Clumps of hair littering the fall
Unable to stand as down I go again
If that is control
Take it
I don't want it
But they whispered evil lies in my ear trapping me
These demons are eating disorder
Consuming you until you recover or die
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Depression quotes
AcakThese are just some poems I wrote or found. I will let you know if I one of them. If you ever need to talk PM me. I might not be much help, but I will still try to help.
