Common Sense On a Shelf
As the crimson color fades away,
I think about all the hardships from every day.
I am the only one that truly knows about my pain,
The pain I face each day, that never seems to go away.
I do not ever regret any of the damage I did to myself,
But I do regret leaving my common sense to gather dust on the shelf.
I knew that what I was doing was not okay,
But I insisted on continuing every day.
The starving,
The cutting,
The fasting,
The binging,
I wish I could restart from the beginning.
I watched me destroy myself,
Because I left my common sense on a shelf.
I continued to watch my life pass me by,
As everything around me began to die.
I clearly remember losing every single friend,
Because they could not stand being there from beginning to end.
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