Killing Me Inside
Killing Me Inside
It was hard to explain why I was distraught
How loving myself was an afterthought
Hard to look at my mom straight in the eye
And act like my eating disorder wasn't killing me inside
A poem was easier, a poem could exlain
The physical effects of emotional pain
Poetry gave me a chance to think
It was easier to see when it was writte out in ink
When I felt like the ground gave away
Getting my thoughts on paper convienced me to stay
And all I needed was a reason to fight
A pen and paper to get me through the sleepless nights
This poem is about:
Me