
This is about my fight with an eating disorder. Like most strait forward from the heart poems, its a little rough at the edges.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 233 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Published: 10-17-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2262230
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vision sways before grey eyes
lay my head against the tile floor
hope nobody sees my lies
floating reminicence
in the porcelin bowl
I'm better off without it
five pounds more could take its toll
Cant let go of my heart
Cant let go of my dreams
cant let anybody see
that I'm ripping at the seams.
rumbling stomach in the early morn
before the sun can rise
cant let my body rule my head
cant let my self reprise
aching throat while soul is stirring
dont know what to do
why do they all run away
(I wish that i could too)
Cant let go of my heart
Cant let go of my dreams
cant let anybody see
that I'm ripping at the seams.
I found true love
only to be shoved away
no one seems to understand
that i cant stand and start to sway
No one knows that i have let me
slide down my rusty mast
no one sees who i have hidden
far behind the crumbling masks
Cant let go of my heart
Cant let go of my dreams
cant let anybody see
that I'm ripping at the seams.
Cant let go of my heart
Cant let go of my dreams
cant let anybody see
that I'm ripping at the seams.
that I'm ripping at the seams.
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