Trapped

I am trapped When I was young I had no friends. I often got bullied. I was never good enough. I was often called ugly. I wanted to fit in. I longed to be apart of the in crowd. I wanted to be pretty and be beautiful. I used to think maybe I'm going through an awkward phase, and I will become a lovely swan. That day never happened I am still hideous. So one day late at night I found a friend. This friend made me feel good and never judged me. We have such a deep connection. This friend is a confidant a good listener, and aly. This is friend the best lover, I love the way this friend feels in my hand. I love how this friend taste….. But the problem is ….. This friend is killing me. I am addicted , I went to several rehabs. I went on diets and I've had a few surgeries. My friend and addiction is food. I've never been to jail in my life but I've been in prison for most of my life. I want to be free . But I am incapable of doing the necessary things to get out. I'm a prisoner for life I'm locked in solitary confinement. I'm serving a life sentence. At this point death holds the key to my freedom. I'm trapped inside my body. I'm serving a life sentence. Food is what got me locked up and death is my only way out. Alexis Y. 7-25-19