I regret eating that handful of granola.
I regret eating that bag of Cheetos.
I regret eating that bowl of cereal.
I regret eating that lunch.
I regret eating today.
I regret eating this week.
I wish I could turn my stomach inside out
And pour all of the filth into the toilet,
Where I could flush it and forget.
But I have to stay strong.
I have to continue eating
Without rushing to the bathroom immediately afterward
The hardest part isn't going to be raising
My fork up to my mouth
But silencing my thoughts.
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My Voice Through Poetry
PoetryDepressed + gay = poetry 🤯 ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: including (but not limited to) self-harm, abuse, mental hospitals, eating disorders, and suicide.
