Title: My ways explained
by Gabriella from Berkshire | in writing, poetry
The biscuit eaten,
I feel your embrace,
Yet my mind thinks nothing
But pure disgrace.
My face plays a smile,
Yet it's telling a lie,
If you could hear my thoughts,
You'd know my mind wants to die.
To hide in a hole,
To never return,
As my stomach continues,
To toss, to churn.
A baggy jumper,
A t-shirt or two
Anything that,
May hide the proof.
The abuses in my head,
Continue to reign
To shoot me down
In verbal pain.
Your voice my shout,
My mouth my plead,
As that voice in my head,
Continues to succeed.
No food is worth it,
My mouth may say,
But my heart wants it to be
Normal one day.
When with my friends
A smirk will do
A silly gesture or comment,
A joke or two
Anything that
Disguises this great feat,
It is to sit hear,
It is to eat.
My diagnosis of anorexia
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