Poem -
Incurable illness
I told myself that i wasn't going to let it get this farĀ
But here i am laying in a hospital bed thinking that i'm not sick
Bones showing and bruises on my spineĀ
I try to convince the people around me that i dont have a problem
I told myself i wouldn't let it get this farĀ
But the thought of food makes me nauseousĀ
And the thought of seeing my weight makes me want to puke
I told my self i wouldnt let it get this farĀ
But here i am sitting on the ground after passing outĀ
I thought i had it under control
At what time did this disorder start controlling me?
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What a thought provoking read.
Indeed, it is all to easy for people to say, "okay, enough enough, just eat."Ā When does a legitimate desire to lose weight/look better become something more sinister? It creeps up and before you know it it has you by the throat. I hope you manage to find a way out from its grip. Great writing x