Dear mum,
I swear I'm not crazy.
Just hollow.
Crazed for hunger.
Crazed for perfection.
I'm sorry mum if I ever hurt you.
If it ever hurt to look at me
Pale face and hollow cheeks.
Eating less and losing more.
Yet you never suspected
Since I had no scars to show it.
I'm so sorry mummy.
But I'm happier.
I'm calories
weight
sweat
tears.
Falling
Sinking
Drowning.
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Author:
G.A (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 19th, 2019 01:10
- Comment from author about the poem: Forgiving myself.
- Category: Forgiveness
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Comments1
Those letters we write but dare not send are the bleeding of our true selves.
Thank you for sharing.
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