I wrote a free-verse poem about my struggle with anorexia from which I just recovered. I would like some opinions, thank you.
I wish...
I was
beautiful and lovely
No one could stop me
from being so free
determined and fighting
winning, so precisely
i cant, believe
i'm dying slowly
just a year ago
i lived a life on my own
i knew what was right,
i knew that night, i changed
and through it all, all i've lost is
dignity and security, just thru mediocrity
i now see that this disease
has taken over me.
i call my friend just to say 'i cant go"
the food there scares me away, that I know
I'd rather be alone, knowing that the numbers won't budge
today turns into tomorrow,
the night turns into day,
i stare outside my window
the dial stays the same.
i cry, just knowing, i'm dying
i sigh, just realizing i'm this way.
you can't stop me
its eating me alive
you can't fight it
cuz if you do,I will die
It has me hostage
locked inside, all chained
and now, i've lost it
my mind is dull, i've given up
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