Trying not to think of you
I'm lying in my bed...
***I am struggling with bulimia and this poem...
“What’s wrong?†I hear from...
The bruises, they fade,
But the pain is the same...
I spread my wings
as i begin to fly...
Images have danced
Pictures have entranced...
Nobody knows the silent screams in my soul.
The screams that no apology nor sympathy can...
I'm sorry you think I mess everything up
And I'm sorry you think I complain...
The death of an unborn child
The day they forced you to leave me...
The walls still hold the echoes
of a nine-year-old’s despair...
this is all fake
the laughs at the clink of...
I awake each day feeling empty inside
It all hurts and it’s eating me alive...
Did you feel how easily my skin squished?
How it oozed between your ringed prints...