Trapped
Roses are red.
The numbers are loud as they dance through my head
Violets are blue.
People want me to eat, but if only they knew
Sugar is sweet.
Food causes me feelings of pain and defeat
And so are you.
The eating disorder has taken over, and I don’t know what to do
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