The air is cold
Raising goosebumps on my
Skinny arms
Tiny bumps so small
I breathe out
And in
And watch my breath in front of me
Freezing in the icy wind
I shiver
And think of the times
When I ice-skated across the ice
Laughter ringing like bells
But distant bells
Bells of so long ago I can barely remember
And building snowmen
Of the little snow we got
I hug myself closer and sit on the bench
Wrapping myself to keep warm
And to try keep out
Winter's icy hands
I stand like a bystander
Watching my own past
And I keep staring
As a frozen tear forms
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THIN ✔︎
PoetryShe's never had problems, until recently. Recently, her world has been falling apart, but from the inside out. Turned into a depressed girl with serious eating disorder problems, all she wants to do is let go of everything, and be thin. Lighter than...
