These Nights

Izzi Lynn

It's nights like this that get to me
The ones on the days where nothing at all happens
The ones that leave me feeling all alone
The ones that make me feel hatred for myself
When I pass by my mirror
And I stop to stare

I stare at my ribs
Barely visible underneath my pale skin
I stare at my legs
Too chubby and fat
I stare at the bags under my eyes
Dark against the white face
I stare at my hips
Bony and protruding
I stare at me

I hate every inch of this body

I get frantic
When the numbers on the scale
Go up
I wish they wouldn't.  

  • Author: Izzi Lynn (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 4th, 2016 19:11
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 35
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