"You're gonna get sick and weak if you don't eat."
But what if I already am?
These emotions have consumed my heart entirely.
I cannot tame this feeling,
but I can control everything else.
Being skinny...
bones are considered beautiful,
food is the enemy,
muscles are weakness,
so the fruit in my water is not to be consumed,
but only to be tasted.
I have begun to become so numb that it has spread to my physical
self.
Unlocking my front door this morning...
I could see it unlock and open,
but I did not feel it.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
"You're gonna get sick and weak if you don't eat."
But what if I already am?
These emotions have consumed my heart entirely.
I cannot tame this feeling,
but I can control everything else.
Being skinny...
bones are considered beautiful,
food is the enemy,
muscles are weakness,
so the fruit in my water is not to be consumed,
but only to be tasted.
I have begun to become so numb that it has spread to my physical
self.
Unlocking my front door this morning...
I could see it unlock and open,
but I did not feel it.
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