I'm so tired of these nights that don't feel real
This isn't me
This isn't me
This isn't me
This body isn't mineMy ribs are getting easier to see
But it's not enough
I'm still repulsed by every curve in my reflectionI eat to much
I eat to much
I shouldn't eat at allI'm so tired of these nights
And I'm tired of feeling like I might die
(Not that I would mind)Recently
I've been having more and more nights
Where I fall asleep
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That these eyes don't open in the morningBut I'll just keep getting out of bed
Until I can go home
because at this point
It's the only thing I wake up for
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PoetryThere is a wild fire in this chest of mine #1 in hymn (6-12-19)