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Aug 2017
I did it again.

I convince myself that it's okay, one more bite it's not like you're going to keep it down any way.

It's not like it's hurting your body anyway, right?

Externally foreseen has healthy and fit. Inside you can still taste it, your throat aches, but that's nothing new.

That pain you feel is temporary, what lasts longer is the constant voice in your head.

One more bite, one more piece, you'll be fine, you'll have a quick release.

Edification of the taste of your own fingers. A comforting feeling, one you know will make things okay again.

After all, you are okay? Right? You tell others that.

That's what they want to hear, that's all they care to gather.

Not of a binged body with markings internally. After all, all they see a beautiful externally.
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Skinandcurves
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