A Bullimic

As the darkness closes in
Everything I have known fades away
The stormy sky eases my anxiety
It understands me

I no longer remember what light looks like
Every thought is conquered by pain
All I can think of is food
What an evil thing it is

Lately, death has crept up into my thoughts
What a kind thing
Instant relief, a coward's escape
It has no place in my life

Awww, the music sings in my head
My thoughts swim in circles
La, la, la, splish splash
What humor. What torture

poem by Elodie Devine
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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