i feel my bones
start to peek though my skin,
and i smile.
my complexion,
now the color of fresh snow
while
heavy bags tug at my eyes,
i ignore it.
base my worth
off the number on the scale.
too many calories,
and i've failed.
i know there's no happy ending
to this sorrowful tale.
so just shut up,
stop telling me it gets better
i'm not trying to be a winner,
all i want,
is to be thinner.
so yes,
i'm skipping dinner.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
the beauty of darkness
Poesía'why is it that i'm drawn to the darkness,' 'you almost saved me, but in the end, i was too far gone" a poetry book that explains all the things i never know how to say. i hope you can understand me after this. [#3 deeppoems 2/5/21] [#1 deeppoetry 1...
