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May 2014
The toilet bowl is my mirror
I see the monster I've becomeΒ 
Every time I lose my food
A countdown has begun

I keep breaking promises
I thought that I would winΒ Β 
But the numbers on the scale
Are
       too
             high
                     to
                         keep
                                 me
                                       THIN
It gets better. Don't give up
ElizabethS
Written by
ElizabethS  Canada
(Canada)   
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