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I remember
The day i chose not to eat
The day i decided to do this to myself
why did i do this to myself?
I see numbers when i look at a food
I see numbers when i taste a food
The scale is lying to me
I always want to lose more
It's an addiction
I'm an addict and i always want more
I feel so alone
My sickness feels like home
I won't stop until skin and bones
The sickness knows very well when it'll come
It knows my weakness
My weakness is you
Only you can save me from this
Save me
You won't feel my weight when i'm in your lap
Because i'll be weightless
I'll be your angel again
You won't find a reason to leave me
This time i will stop you.

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