Thoughts of An Anorexic
A name i detest to be called.
My chest compresses as i travel back in time,
An asphyxiating guilt, back then so conscious,
Each day I was chained to hatred.
Memories draw in, of me bawling over my weight,
Arms crossed across , wishing for a sweet escape
Goals and dreams I had surrendered all,
In the battle with those tormenting ghouls.
As I plunged myself into vicious thoughts,
Consequences were weighed upon my tired soul,
Being abandoned to a fate so broken,
Surviving wasn't living, I accepted this token
So now a tattered picture is all I see...
Never nor ever was I bargaining for sympathy,
A mental struggle that had forced me to be,
To recover, perhaps was the only chance,
To fill my cup of despicable emptiness,
Up to its brim, overflowing with fulfillment.
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