Haunting
taunting
intensified
by the millions
of things
within my freezer
yet here I sit
feeling guilt
for thinking of it
and wondering
when will enough
be enough
not today
I gulp it down
enjoying every last bit
of chocolatly goodness
knowing
what comes next
finger down my throat
ice cream up
the guilt of eating
replaced by
the guilt
of weakness
over and over
day by day
my actions
contenue
no energy
but no weight
controlling
what goes in
and comes out
feeling sick
at the feeling of fullness
only to be filled with guilt
at my emptyness
the cycle
contenues
no one asks
so why should I tell
I'm sending myself
straight to hell
and for what?
A contest entry
- & I was losing everything to be thin. by Page Deleted..
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