Battling with My Mental Illness

This cloudy mindset,

now my norm.

The aching pains,

I learned to ignore.

The feverish chills,

that I possess.

Just another day,

of living with death.


I cannot think straight.

The math not clear.

My thoughts gone foggy,

her thoughts I here.

My future's blurry

and this I fear:

will I survive?

or is my end near?


(Written for an English project on eating disorders)


This poem is about: 
Our world


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