My mind torments my body, it tells to drink until I no longer function. It tells me to drink until I get full and my belly grows. Then it tells me to sniff a few lines to get skinny, to not sleep, to be numb.
My mind tells me I'll die alone, that I'm pathetic, that my words carry no weight.
My mind gets jealous of the lives I see online, the lives appearing more exciting than mine, until it eats me to my core.
My body endures the abuse. Like the women who put their hands over my throat. I struggle to breathe, but my body endures. I keep walking even when my mind tells me to stop and jump from the bridge.
I push these thoughts away, but it rarely succeeds and kills another part of me. So I keep abusing my body, I **** and forget. I drink and regret with that old sharp reminder.
My body endures, but for how long, I'm not quite sure.