E.D

by she   Jun 26, 2008


Each calorie that passes through my lips is another battle
i often dont win

each glance at the mirror
is another slit along my already scarred writst

each mean word spoken from my mothers lips
is another premeditated purging session

each prayer
is another dayi dont give in

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  • 15 years ago

    by StandStill

    Glory to god for those last two lines.
    go back and read poems from a month ago, monique. look at how far you've come already because god hears you. god hears your cries and answers them.

    i have a scar i see every single bloody morning. and it makes me never want to do it again because it's so fresh looking. and i think it's god's way of reminding me how far i've come. so you CAN beat this.