Confusion and Chicken Tenders

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I am

hunched

over the sink

in the Wendy's bathroom,

my hair

tumbling over my eyes,

nearly past my nose. 

I can feel my

lungs

aching from the breath

as my insides escape,

sliding down the drain. 

I am releasing my

soul

into the ceramic bowl,

letting my tears run with it.

I can feel the prickling of

eyes, 

watching,

screaming;

and I can only watch helplessly

as the walls contort into blackness.

I know my insides are not

dark,

they are

clear

like the contacts

you forced into your eyes

every morning. 

The lack of food and

absense of water

has turned me into an opaque beauty. 

And yet it’s still not enough. 

Its never enough. 

  • Author: Kai Lane (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 25th, 2017 00:09
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is based off of my struggles with my personal mental health.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 16
  • Users favorite of this poem: Lost at the beginning
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  • Lost at the beginning

    I actually almost started clapping in real life. This is so real and also something I understand. I struggled with my weight as well as depression so this speaks volumes to me. Thank you so much and you will get better.

    Much love,
    Travezty



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