I wrote this poem while I was struggling with my thoughts and feelings towards the end of my time at River Oaks. I felt very hopeless at the time.
It's been a shitty day
I feel so alone
In this battle called life
I'm on my own
I want to purge
I want to self-harm
Maybe if I do
I'll raise the alarm
I'm not okay
I'm not well
I would hope
That this would be easy to tell
My journey is ending
I have to say good-bye
But all I want to do
Is to go in a corner and cry
Many things have gone wrong
One after the other
Will it continue to happen
I don't even want to bother
Isolated and in pain
Things just don't work out
There's nothing to gain
Nothing to cry about
My life sucks
It's easy to see
I have no hope in life
All I have is me
It's sad to hear
The question why
Or even a question about my life
"Do you want to die?"
Die I do want
I want to give up
I guess my answer
To the question is "Yup"
I need a break
I need a way out
Of all this pain I'm in
Is this what life's about
I'm drowning
In a sea of pain
Of suffering, of misery
I'm no longer sane
I'm done with this life
I've got more
Can the end be here?
Can I exit the door?
This next poem I wrote while I was struggling with an urge to purge
My eating disorder
It always wins
I can't handle it
It makes me tense
I feel alone in this battle
No one understands
The struggle inside of me
I feel like I'm on a different land
It's got control
It's got power
It makes me anxious
Every single hour
I can't eat
Food is bad
It's scary, dangerous
It makes me mad
It's always there
The want to purge
I can't stand it
Can't stand the urge
It is a constant thing
On whether to purge or restict
It's something I know always comes
It's easy to predict
It's every day
A constant fight
I don't know
If I'll be alright
People can help
But even then
It's my struggle
My battle to win
But I don't know if I can
I'm in too deep
It's an uphill battle
And the hill is very steep
I wish I could
Just go back
To things before
Before it got out of whack
I feel hopeless
I always lose
This battle inside
Is not one I choose
I can't do this
I can't move forward
Will progress ever come
Is it really something to work toward
So they would get it
But then they'd be miserable
Just like me a little bit
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