What's next?
In the past year
I've taken too many tylenol
With the hope of being able to sleep
Forever.
In the past year
I've starved myself
For days on end
And cried at the sight of food
On my plate
While being forced to eat.
In the past year
I've gotten to know
The nurses in the hospital
Too well
And all they keep saying to me is
"You're too young,
Too beautiful,
To be this sad.
You've got better day ahead of you.
Just keep holding on.
It will get brighter soon, my dear."
But I cannot see into my future,
And neither can they.
This poem is about:
Me
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