How am I to know I've gone too far?
Until I hit the rocks?
Too much of anything will kill me
so what a waste it would be
if I didn't need it.
Yet.
I wait till it's too late.
The clock resets and counts down again.
Without searching for a solution
the problem will continue
over and over and
over and over.
I callous
Each time the rocks cut me
it feels less
perhaps that's just retrospect.
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Author:
Salem (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 29th, 2023 04:11
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this during my first attempt at recovery from an Eating disorder, rock bottom to me was both the eating and the starving.
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Comments3
I'm sorry for your struggles dear poet
but if you can feel the rocks
then you still have a chance
to try and crawl back up
'stay' strong! one day at a time
thanks for choosing to share
and letting others know they're not alone
I know this feeling too well, to the point and very well expressed
I've totally been there!
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