Getting Back UP
Getting Back Up
I took one hard fall,
I practically ran into a wall.
It hardly went unnoticed,
I had to find something to do.
I just sat there and felt like poo.
I realized I had to get my mind off things.
I know I can always count of food.
Its always there for me.
I sit at home, I binge eat my delicious treats.
I say ice cream is what I can count,
it never disappoints.
Ice cream will forever and always get me back up.
This poem is about:
Me