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Food.

I have no food in my stomach,

Out of choice.

I have a noose around my neck,

Out of choice.

I struggle with the thought 

Of dangling feet.

I struggle with the thought 

Of finding something to eat.


My body mocks my mind

With disgusting curves.

My mind mocks my body

All twisted and turned.

My mind is racing,

But all I want is quiet.

My mind won’t quiet,

MY MIND WON’T QUIET!


I can’t quit feeling like a failure.

I can’t quit feeling like a loser.

I can’t quit feeling hungry.

I can’t quit feeling full.

I can’t quit feeling nauseous.

I wish I didn’t feel at all.


I have no food in my stomach.

I have a noose around my neck.

For now I need to know, 

What comes next.

Do I let my feet dangle,

Do I let my soul free,

Do I continue living life unhappily?



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Out of choice.


My mind wants me to seal the deal but my heart won’t go out without a fight. I don’t want to make them sad. So I sit and stare at the wall trapped in my mind.


Out of choice.


My mind mocks my body.


tells me I’m weak,


tells me I’m a skeleton,


shames me and robs my confidence,


But in a way,


Out of choice.


What will I be if not broken?


What more expectations will I have to live up to when capable?


Should I put my heart to rest?


Let my mind win?


Stop playing the warrior?


After all... I am weak.