Nothing seems to be getting better,
my mind changes as quick as the weather.
One minute i’m happy,
and the next i’m sad.
What did i do
to deserve all these thoughts,
that are so bad?
Some days I eat and some i restrict,
I thrive off losing weight,
kind of like an addict.
Nights are the worst for me,
I cannot remember what it’s like to dream.
I’m in a daze,
i’m realizing all of these disorders
are not a phase.
I cannot stay happy.
I cannot fall asleep.
I cannot bare to eat.
All these disorders are elite.
- Author: b.j. zeiger (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 9th, 2018 17:46
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 42
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