One by one,
I place my feet on the scale,
Cold tears flow down my cheek,
My body brings me Hell.
I couldn't take it anymore,
And I began to snap.
I began to cut my wrist,
Horrible bloody slits,
But why? Because I wanted more.
Or less.
I began to stop eating,
But the kids at schools continued,
To lash beatings upon me,
With harmful words.
I couldn't even dress out,
Without thinking,
''What if they think,I'm fat? What if they think I'm stupid. What if...''
And I began to doubt-
One by one,
The pounds began to shed,
But not fast enough,
And it came to the point where,
I was nearly dead.
A simple touch,
Would hurt like Hell,
And I got to watch,
As my hair fell,
One by one,
Illness hit me,
Not being able to swallow,
Prone to being rather sickly,
And I began to follow,
The wrong path.
A tortured soul in a tortured body,
Soon to cause idiopathy,
One by one,
Tears flow again...
[My Story In A Poem<3
I'm Much Better Now :D
Still Fat.]
