I stare at the scale below me while it reads;
'123.4 lbs'
I know that for the rest of the month I will feast on air and sleep,
a small price to pay.
It might be the death of me, but society is insatiable.
It's not my fault that I was raised in broken school systems who let kids bully me.
Preschool through 11th grade.
13 years of conforming and starving and cutting, poking, plucking, praying for God to give me mercy.
He never did shit for me.
Dropping out of highschool at 16 was the best decision I had ever made.
But their words still haunt me.
They echo in my mind while the scale laughs at me.
'She was only 90'.
YOU ARE READING
ode from the rebound
Poesíapoetry made by a girl who has never been anything more than a second option. I hope some of this resonates with you just as much as it does with me. there will be very mature themes, please respect it. all of this is my own original work, so please...
