Looking in the mirror I don't see myself.
How can my body be here, but I see someone else?
I look so skinny and so frail.
But when I strip in the scale I still inhale.
The urge to starve takes over me.
I'm my own enemy.
I want to believe weight holds the key.
But I've lost so much, I've lost me.
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Mental Health Poems
PoetryThis is a collection of poems by authors that wrote about mental health, mental health, and any suggestions made by you guys.
