the water weighed above my headevery second longing for the surfacethe swig of a bottleor the blade on a wristwould be enough to breathe againalas, even when I get to the surfaceI float back down to the bottomthe tiles around me screamand start the vicious cyle againone day I shan't use the bottle nor bladebut instead waitand I shall exit the waterand live on landbut every now and then it rainsreminding me of the poolbut I do not surrender to my vices
Eating disorderBinging on the crumbs of myown insanityRefrigeratordoor is closed for now but Ipeep in for comfortLoneliness is mybest friend beside theloaf of disappointed fearNever thought that Iwould make a career out ofLosing weight againRemembering Ihave a solution beyondthe thinness of my own soulPicking up a bite
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