My Heart Hurts
My heart hurts
By Dakota Cowan
My heart hurts.
My heart hurts in ways i can not put into words
My mind weighs out every positive, to a negative.
My heart hurts when I look in the mirror. Not because I do not like what I see. But because why I see it
My heart hurts when I smell dinner creep up the stairs, because it smells amazing. But when it comes time to eat it, I'm not hungry.
My heart hurts when I step onto the scale, not because I am overweight, but simply the fact eating has become a chore.
A chore I put aside until my body physically needs it.
The five numbers on the scale are rapidly decreasing, almost as fast as my happiness.
9 months ago, I had a goal weight that I knew I would be thrilled to be at. I would be satisfied.
9 months later I have passed that goal weight, and it simply just isn't enough.
Working out was once a chore I hated to do, but its the only thing i can do to get my thoughts silent.
I keep telling myself i am getting better, but the only thing i am getting better at is getting use to the numbness that controls my world.
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