I'm not ready to be healthy. I'm too addicted to being sick.
I need help. I need therapy, medication, shock treatments, a lobotomy. Something.
I need a cigarette. Maybe that'll curb my hunger to eat everything in sight.
I look in the mirror and I'm disgusted.
Then I go and eat like a wildebeast. Gross.
I've gotten so fat. This needs to stop.
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The Mental Me
me, i guess
i am a girl
no, i am a woman
who still feels like a girl
and holds on to things for way too long
when i was little, adults seemed to know everything
they had their lives together
they knew their purpose
do we ever stop feeling like children?
do we ever find our purpose?
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