I hate my weight
I hate these pounds
I count calories till I drop to the ground
Till ribs show and empty is normal sound
Till mind is distant from body, core
Till I anxiously weight myself
scales to be broke
Till want is more lost than a pound or so
Only wanting to disappear
I wish I’d float
away like ashes of dust,
weightless kites,
sails on a boat
Till all seems to match the void coiled inside
Till I’m lost in an obsessional trail of mind
till I feel to be fed, freely
my conscience is only full
Because I look in the mirror and ought
to believe in me not
a person I wish really I was not
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 10:07 PM UTC
I hate my weight
I hate these pounds
I count calories till I drop to the ground
Till ribs show and empty is normal sound
Till mind is distant from body, core
Till I anxiously weight myself
scales to be broke
Till want is more lost than a pound or so
Only wanting to disappear
I wish I’d float
away like ashes of dust,
weightless kites,
sails on a boat
Till all seems to match the void coiled inside
Till I’m lost in an obsessional trail of mind
till I feel to be fed, freely
my conscience is only full
Because I look in the mirror and ought
to believe in me not
a person I wish really I was not
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