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


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