Torn
it’s the lies
the certain demise
when I tell her five pounds more
and she congratulates me
torn
I’m torn on where to go
was I born to live or show
the world may never know
I ate my first full meal in weeks last night.
And it took all the willpower in the world
Not to go and throw it up
And I still cried myself to sleep
And it’s the saddest thing
When you cry and your face is dry
Like your body must just not care
As you keep gasping for air
It’s not fair.
This poem is about:
Me
My community