1.
I see you. Who you wanna be.
Who you are.
Tucked away in the back left corner of the class.
I see you at lunch too.
11:30 am..
Sitting all alone staring at a bare salad.
There's no dressing or anything. Just leaves.
You say "I gotta watch the calories".
2.
12:00 pm
Algebra.
I sit in the front row. Often I'm daydreaming or glancing at you. Anything hut algebra.
I wish you saw what I see.
I see a skeleton.
I see you eating those pills everyday after lunch.
Popping them like candy.
You have such a sweetooth, huh?
3.
You collapsed during gym again. Coach sais you need to get faster.
So you get lighter.
You say you're fine but I know that line.
I know it all too well.
You're so very far from fine.
YOU ARE READING
Baby, Knock me out.
Poesiajust some poetry ill throw together when i feel like it. usually about heavy topics (mental illness, gender dysphoria, eating disorders, suicide, homicide, substance use, self harm, sexual assault, abuse..etc. you have been warned) what i write can...
