My Dark Poetry

Worse

I'm getting worse,

My curse is getting hard to handle,

I can't seem to stop,

I need to stop eating,

Or I hate myself even more,

I feel guilty,

With each little bite,

Every little calorie scares me,

I need to get rid of all this pain,

But for some reason I can't stop.

I don't even look in the mirror,

That much anymore,

When I do I just look at my stomach,

And try to see if it's bigger,

And everyday it is,

I want to be skinny,

But for some reason,

I can never reach my goal.

I'm getting worse,

And I don't know if you can save me from my curse.