I'll keep track,
I oblige to know these numbers,
So I'll check them twice a day,
to make sure they don't increase
but hope to God,
that they reduce.
People are talking, behind closed doors
they say,
she's going under again,
but I cannot lose control.
And If I add ten,
I'll lose fifty.
Keep ahead of myself-
I-
need to keep ahead of myself.
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PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.